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« on: May 13, 2016, 09:45:50 PM »
I always got spam with my breakfast the time I went to Hawaii. Loved it. It made me think of the spam sandwiches my dad used to make, and how I hated them, but to him they were a delicacy. Only had 'em when mom was out. Then I saw an ad in some old magazine, a platter of "spam fries." They looked so good. I bought a can of reduced sodium spam and made it into fries and put 'em in a pan and really made 'em into fries. I ate about a third of the meat sticks, feeling heavier and shittier with each one, but also nearing gluttonous ecstasy with each bite! I then put them down and drank probably 5 or 6 cans of beer and I'd guess 5 ounces of rye, smoked a joint or two and beat off. Went back and ate the remainder of the spam fries, cold, seemingly greasier than before. I really was enjoying them at the time, but I swear I suffered for 3 days after that can of spam. I was bloated, tired, had a headache. I mean, that's pretty much my baseline, but I could feel the potted meat in particular. I mean, I eat garbage, but one can of spam really did me in. I can't imagine the full-flavored version without barfing in my mouth a little bit.
I'm sure I'll eat it again one.day. everything in moderation.