So the husband was on shift at the fire station and I didn't feel like dragging out pots, pans, food and doing a big production for just little 'ole me.
I rummaged through the pantry and found, way in the back, a can of Spam.
The date of expiration was a bit past due, but Hey, it's Spam, processed for maximum shelf life, right?
Popped the top and no malodorous fumes emerged, and still looked like, well, Spam!
So I plopped it out and sliced to crackerable chunks.
But still, there is the lurking thought of "What if it DOES taste off? I need a guinea pig". No worries, my ever present shadow when coming anywhere near the kitchen, is waiting for the other shoe, or food bit, to drop.
Here Sweet Pea, want some....treats?
No, that's all of it.
Don't give me those puppy dog eyes!
Seems to be ok with her...good enough for me!
Bon appetite!
I rummaged through the pantry and found, way in the back, a can of Spam.
The date of expiration was a bit past due, but Hey, it's Spam, processed for maximum shelf life, right?
Popped the top and no malodorous fumes emerged, and still looked like, well, Spam!
So I plopped it out and sliced to crackerable chunks.
But still, there is the lurking thought of "What if it DOES taste off? I need a guinea pig". No worries, my ever present shadow when coming anywhere near the kitchen, is waiting for the other shoe, or food bit, to drop.
Here Sweet Pea, want some....treats?
No, that's all of it.
Don't give me those puppy dog eyes!
Seems to be ok with her...good enough for me!
Bon appetite!