Okay, I opened a can of SPAM and a can of Great Value (Wal*Mart brand) Light Luncheon Meat for visual and gustatory comparison. I had both in the pantry: they were both on sale, and sometime (former)Roommate liked them.
Stick with the SPAM. The GVLLM is just plain gross, more drippy out of the can than the SPAM, spatters more than the SPAM in the frying pan, and still too salty for my taste.
Call me a Philistine, and for what it’s worth, Underwood Deviled Ham is my favorite canned luncheon meat. And it’s spreadable, too. And small enough for one peson’s lunch, without having a hunking loaf of meat left over.
Cheez Whiz - that and Triskets were a late night treat in college.
My sneakers have no name on the outside, but inside they are called PGF, whatever that stands for, and I just noticed there is a tiny coffee stain on them in the perfect shape of Mickey Mouse (three cojoined circles). Funny thing is, I work at Universal Studios.
Let’s see, so far today I have icked spam, cheez whiz, lobster and lamb chops. Well just to add to the list:
brussels sprouts ick!
veal ick!
cauliflower ick!
turnips ick!
rutabagas ick!
vienna sausages ick!
potted meat ick!
a big bowl of steaming gruel…err oatmeal ick!
tripe ick!
Sunshine Hydrox Cookies [sup]TM[/sup] i.e. imitation Oreos [sup]TM[/sup] Ick!
Other stuff I forget about but don’t like Ick!
Over here in the UK, Skweezy Cheezy Peaz are quite popular. They’re the perfect complement to Black Pudding and Mr. Brains Faggots…
Where’s me washboard?
I have never eaten Spam. I don’t eat Cheez Whiz, either. See, I usedta like it okay, but then I worked as a waitress in Bingo kitchen for a few years in high school. We served lots of bad-for-you fried stuff, and of course fake cheese goes with that rather well. We had huge cans of that fake cheese stuff, that you had to haul down off the shelf, and attach to a big metal can opener bolted to the edge of a wooden table in order to open it. And seeing that amount of unearthly orange in that big of a can just ruined me for it. Or it for me. shrug
I ran and got my sneakers, 'specially for this thread. The box says they are
Skechers. I don’t really see how you make the jump from sneaker to firestorm, but there ya go. I love 'em because I got two pairs of shoelaces with them - one pair white and one pair blue! But I still like my boots better.
Thank you, Magickly. I was wondering if anyone else had ever seen cheese in a can- a can you have to open with a can opener. I saw some in an arabic grocery store, and didn’t believe it. It was labelled “Kraft Canned Cheese”.
I still don’t believe it.
I don’t think I’ve ever had Cheez Whiz. The cheese fries idea sounds good. It still doesn’t beat poutine with real cheese and really good fries. Velveeta is good for chili cheese fries, though. Yum.
I don’t own sneakers. I feel like an outcast.
Thank you, velvetjones, for making me ill. Canned roast beef and potatoes, anyone? No need to separate them- just open the can and carve off a piece! Canned pie? Canned scrambled-eggs-with-salsa, or canned omelettes?
Oatmeal as a filler in meatloaf or hamburgers is good, but a big steaming bowl of greyish looking gruel… ick! Also, liver is not on my ick list. I like liver but I don’t like to cook it. When I want liver I can get it from a favorite local place that has it on the menu every day. For those of you who remember last week’s MMP, that’s the same place where I’d take Rue for some chitlins, even though I don’t think Ruby works there.
Oh, and as to the names of my Reebok and Nike sneaks, all it says on em is Reebok and Nike. Does that make my sneaks nameless orphans? The poor things! :eek:
I’ve seen giant cans of cheese-stuff at Sam’s Club. I think a nacho cheese and a regular cheese sauce. I’m not allowed to buy them though. I’ve been Told. I’m not allowed to buy the giant can of chocolate pudding either. But the hugamongous bag of M&M’s? Oh, those are just fine.
While I was working at the Snack Bar in college, we ran out of our canned nacho cheese once. We had bags of powdered cheese sauce. Just add water and you’d have all the Senior Bueno you’d ever need. (Yup, “Senior Bueno” cheese. It had the good Senior’s picture right on the bag. He looked happy. Not as happy as the Quaker dude on the oats box, but still pretty smug.)
Incidentally, you can (hee hee!) get canned steamed pudding in Britain. A pretentious store near my work sells imported British stuff, and they have canned sticky toffee pudding and canned chocolate pudding. British pudding, which is cake-y and has sauce. The sticky toffee one was pretty good, but kind of scary and expensive.
Spam and sharp cheddar on wheat bread. That’s what I’m having for supper tonight. I was going to heat up some of the leftover corned beef from last week, but decided to crack open a can of Spam instead. I did fry the Spam, so the cheese is melting just slightly.
By the way, I presume you all know that Velveeta was invented so vegetarians can have Spam, too.
Speaking of corned beef, I forgot to mention about my church’s St. Patrick’s day celebration which was yesterday. Why yesterday and not on St. Patrick’s day you ask? Well, it’s because my church just happens to be St. Patrick’s Church (Episcopal flavor) and chose yesterday to be our Patronal Feast day. It’s easier to do it on Sunday when folks are gonna show up anyway, ok?
Anyway, I spent yesterday afternoon (after services of course) with several other of my fellow parishoners cooking an Irish dinner. We had corned beef and cabbage, Irish stew and mashed potatoes. Oh, and cookies for dessert. Cute little shamrock cookies with green sparkly sprinkles on em. And green beer. The best part of the dinner was the potatoes. Them was some gooooooooood smashed taters. They had whipping cream, tons of real butter and lots and lots of cheese. Dr. Atkins would not have approved. Much food was eaten. A keg of green beer was consumed. “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” was sung several times.
Just thought I’d share.
-swampbear (When Irish eyes are smilin’ sure tis like a morn in Spring…)
That’s true, but I was just thinking ham with wine in general, not pineapple and ham with wine. The astringency in pineapple would call for a totally different wine altogether. A Gewurz might be good. We ended up drinking a bottle of '99 Qupe Syrah that I had lying around, not the Pinot that I’d promised. Sorry kids. It was fruity and a very nice compliment to the lamb chops, sort of the opposite of Swampbear. I just can’t see dissing lamb chops done right and then okaying liver. Unless it’s foie gras, and even then it has to be damned good foie gras. I could never stomach calf’s liver. Although looking over your “ick list” I see you also pooh-poohed veal. I once had a bad experience with veal at a nice little bistro on the marche near my apartment in Carouge. Since my French is abyssmal I’d just sort of fake my way through the menus. I knew that veau was veal, so when I saw Rognons du veau I thought, “Great, veal, yum!”
I’ll wait for one of the Canadian folks to explain what rognons are. Blecch! But I did learn that word from the experience, so it wasn’t a total loss.
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My mom had, honest to WhomEver, a casserole (“hot dish” recipe, to some-a-you) recipe that included Spam, Velveeta, and canned asparagus. The scary part was, people actually asked her for the recipe!
Oh, dear. That was kind of ON topic. Not an auspcious first post to a Rue thread…
Spam. Got a book all about it for X-mas '03. It was from my sister. Her boyfriend gave me six cans of, not so fast, Treet! WTF?
He has been informed that even as a joke it was not funny.
Baby cans of Spam? Why? The normal cans are just fine for three meals.
Fry some for Breakfast, a sandwich for lunch, cube up the rest for your Dinner salad. Did I tell you love Spam.
No Cheese. Lactose problems.
Sometime in the past my sneakers had names. No more. Model no.s now.
New Balance rocks
Well of course Senor Bueno didn’t have a big smile Rue. He’d have to be Senor Excellente before you got the big cheesy (har!) grin. And thanks for the title to this thread. Tina Turner has been growling that song in my head all afternoon. This is payback for the premature Peeps mention of last week, isn’t it?
The most tragic canned food I’ve seen in a while was canned tamales. They were these horrible little mealy tubes of masa, wrapped in waxy paper, soaking in a flavorless red sauce. Nothing beats a stroll through an ethnic market for scary canned food though. Squid bits in bitter sauce, yum. Yet I am fascinated and want to own a can.
