Yes, friends and neighbors, here is the starting point where you can voice your opinion about all things SPAM. This is where you can share your favorite recipes and experiences with the canned luncheon meat that has sold over 6 BILLION cans of SPAM, and rapidly approaching 7 BILLION cans. Feel free to come out of hiding and show the rest of the world that you’re proud to be a SPAM Lover.
Did you know that SPAM can bring out the artist within you? Here’s what a SPAM fan did for Holloween in lieu of carving a pumpkin:
Enough from me, now it’s your turn to share SPAM with your fellow FAOL’ers.
Monty Python Spam Song
Scene: A cafe. One table is occupied by a group of Vikings wearing horned helmets. Whenever the word “spam” is repeated, they begin singing and/or chanting. A man and his wife enter. The man is played by Eric Idle, the wife is played by Graham Chapman (in drag), and the waitress is played by Terry Jones, also in drag.
Man: You sit here, dear.
Wife: All right.
Man: Morning!
Waitress: Morning!
Man: Well, what’ve you got?
Waitress: Well, there’s egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam…
Waitress: …spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam…
Vikings: Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Waitress: …or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Wife: Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there’s spam egg sausage and spam, that’s not got much spam in it.
Wife: I don’t want ANY spam!
Man: Why can’t she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Wife: THAT’S got spam in it!
Man: Hasn’t got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam… (Crescendo through next few lines…)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean ‘Urgghh’? I don’t like spam!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can’t have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.
Wife: I don’t like spam!
Man: Sshh, dear, don’t cause a fuss. I’ll have your spam. I love it. I’m having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam beaked beans spam spam spam and spam!
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man: Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam… (but it is too late and the Vikings drown her words)
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam spam spam!
This post is fun, so I’m ONLY KIDDING, but;
"Isn’t is just AMAZING…what happens to fly fishermen, when the weather changes, it gets cold and wet, many seasons come to an end and yet… our beloved fly fishing community and boards carry on anyway?
There’s just something…errrrrrrr. “ROMANTIC”, maybe is the term, in just how the talk turns from; “Blue Winged Olive” to SPAM", discussions, songs and I’m SURE poetry will be next?
We certainly are an eclectic bunch, aren’t we? Just when you think it’s getting boring, one of our local talent rise to the occasion and bring forth hearty laughter for old and young alike. We have a poet laureate, but I can’t remember who that is. God, I love this place…
First, this will come as no surprise to most of you, I am a bit off kilter, eccentric, a wobbly goblin, cracked pot and, some say, a bit of a screw ball. Here is the proof, like you all needed proof of that fact. I like Spam. Spam and eggs, Spam burgers, Spam mac and cheese, cold cut Spam, fried Spam, Spam and cheese, Spam salad and etc… I’d even like to deep fry Spam in Mikey’s turkey fryer. :shock: :lol: :lol:
Second and last is more Spam trivia. What did they call the original Mercury, Gemini and Apollo Astronauts? Answer: Spam in a can.
Up here in my neck of the woods, right on the Mighty Rogue River. Every year on the last Saturday in August…The annual Shady Cove, Oregon Spam Festival…Check it out from last summer…
Ok I know this isn’t strictly speaking fly-fishing. But it is in sound off.
When I was young it was like 50 years ago 1960’s so don’t email me cause I have reformed.
I read about this use for spam in a sportsmans magazine.
Buy a can of spam. Chop it into 3/8 inch cubes. The first time we tried it at home , never again!!! Got the living daylights beat out of me for that one.
Next time we took our act down to the riverside where the old oxbows were. they were full of the pickiest carp you ever ran across. We chopped the spam into 3/8 inch dice and placed it in a jar in partial sunlight. After 2 or 3 days when you opened the Jar the resulting effluvia, a grey green cloud of the foulest smelling air pollutant you ever smelled burst forth usually gagging the poor kid unlucky enough to have picked the short straw. Many a lad lost their lunch at that first pop of the spam jar. With rubber gloves we stole from the cannery and painters masks or wetted scarves tied across our noses as protection from the odor, we would throw 5 or 6 chunks into a slow moving pool where the biggest carp hung out. We would do this for about 3 days in a row. On the fourth day you could put a chunk of that stinky slimy smelly stuff on a hook and catch carp after carp. We learned to also include a pound of cherries in the jar to increase our bait supply. Carp love stinky cherries.
So for those of you who think spam is useless. Here is proof that it isn’t.
Ps. none of us ever actually ate the carp, we traded it to a Chinese Restaurant for a free meal for our entire family at Christmas time. 20 carp traded for 5 meals. So we had all summer to catch them. Money being in short supply it was such a deal for us kids. We kept this secret from other kids upon a pain of death oath With real blood drops. We thought this was the coolest thing ever.
It was a good deal for the restaurant owner and for us kids it was like we were kings for a day treating our families to that wonderful food. One of my fondest childhood memories. The biggest bonus was that my two big stinky Meany sisters couldn’t ever top my Christmas dinners. Which through the years has been an never ending source of joy to me.
It ain’t easy being the little brother.
Ok, smart alec…fry your d**n spam in your OWN (oil-less) fryer!!. That crap will NEVER see the inside of mine!!! I’d rather have “spam” email.
Mikey[/quote]
I knew that one would get him riled a little bit, just a wee little bit. :shock: :lol: :mrgreen: In case you all did not know this, Mike is not exactly poster boy material for Spam. To be a poster boy you have to like what you are selling.
Mike I promise to leave your fryer alone. However, should i ever be around your fryer I suggest you keep a lid on it. I am accident prone and wouldn’t want my Spam t accidentally slide off the plate into your fryer, ahem, ahem!
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