Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Yesterday I opened a can of Underwood deviled ham for lunch. (I acquired a taste for it from days of my brown bag school lunches and still get a hankering now and again.) Decanter Cat heard me opening up the can and, mistaking it for cat food, started hovering about. When I didn’t give her any and ate it myself, she got quite angry and spent the afternoon giving me the stink-eye.
Was it Robin Williams who joked about the look a cat gets that says “The only thing keeping me from eating you is that you’re bigger than me”? It was that look.
She’s in my lap now, though, even as I type, so I suppose I’m forgiven.
For the moment.
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October 1, 2021 at 1:49 pm
browndog Official Mascot of Team Gizzard
You’re not forgiven…she’s plotting, always plotting!
October 1, 2021 at 2:57 pm
Robbo
Why I always sleep with one eye open.
October 1, 2021 at 3:02 pm
sleepybeth
Heh. I think it was your mention here a while ago that had nostalgia bringing home a can and foisting it on the boys. They said it wasn’t the worst thing they’d ever eaten. It tasted just like I remember it, though I didn’t go the whole mile and buy Wonderbread on which to slather it like Mom did.
October 1, 2021 at 3:13 pm
Robbo
Heh.
“Here you go, kids. My imaginary interwebz friend reminded me of this lunch spread and I thought you’d like to try it! Wait, why are you looking at me so strangely?”
October 1, 2021 at 4:19 pm
The Maximum Leader
I did the same thing as Beth last time you mentioned this. All my kids were forced to try it on a cracker. (A Ritz no less.) None of them cared for it. I also bought a can of Spam on the same trip as they are next to each other at the store. Discovered my son loves Spam.
October 1, 2021 at 4:33 pm
Robbo
And now I, in turn, will have to buy a can of Spam. We often got it as small children when our parents were headed out to dinner but for the life of me I don’t remember what it tastes like.
October 1, 2021 at 9:58 pm
sleepybeth
It was a lot like that, yes. I get the eyeroll from the teen basically for existing these days, so at least this time it was justified.
I have been contemplating spam. I feel like they need to experience it, as well. I threatened to do road trip food like Mom did on our last little excursion but even hubs was pro-McDs after I explained that meant Deviled Ham sammiches. Maybe a Vienna Sausage if you were lucky.
October 6, 2021 at 1:50 pm
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