Green eggs and Spam

I know that the Dr. Seuss Book is Green Eggs and Ham, but I wanted to get your attention. Maurice and I drove to Newark Valley yesterday about noon to do a few quick errands. First we went to the wine and liquor store, which has been there for six years now and doing quite well. When I was a kid and making speeches to the WCTU (Woman's Christian Temperance Union) for scholarship money, it was quite obvious that these women were a force to contend with in our town. Long after prohibition was legislated out, our town was still dry. Today it is no longer a legally dry town since this wonderful store exists. Anyway, we went into the store to buy a couple bottles of Red Cat (red and white) so that we would not drink all of Maurice's supplies while we were here.

Then around the town square to the post office which is in the very old high school where our dad went. They have built two high schools since. Maurice had some mail to drop off. Then on to the local grocery store to get a few supplies. I had my list, and he had his. At one point I passed him in deep conversation with Pat D., got introduced and tried to remember who she was, but could only remember her name. I went on about my business and thought nothing of their conversation. Last evening we found out that Maurice and Pat were talking about hidden pleasures. It seems that they both like Spam. Pat had a can in her basket and Maurice noticed it and said, "I know what you have in your basket. You like Spam." Pat admitted she did and that she bought a can of the stuff from time to time.

When we learned of the Spam incident it brought up some other memories. We all had to eat it during WW II, and apparently you are in one of two camps. You either love it or hate it. I did not know that Maurice was in the first group. Our two spouses are in the second group and kept saying, "BLETCH!" Then we had a discussion of how healthy Spam was, and it does seem to contain lots of fat and salt with the meat. Finally, Anne reminded us about how difficult it was to use the key the get the top off of the can. If you were not careful the key would unwind while you were attempting to get the top off, and frequently, if you were not carefu,l you could cut yourself. Today's can has a much better snap off top. I am in the first group and am looking forward to breakfast of fried spam and eggs, since Maurice has a can stashed in the refrigerator which he brought out during our discussion. Which camp are you in? This is not the LIGHT version either. If our arteries can stand it, we will have a wonderful breakfast. Happy travels.