On Friday, I spent the day getting everything back in place after Thanksgiving. While I worked, I had the TV tuned to the BBC channel's marathon of Monty Python shows. I dearly love the Pythons.
I sat down to take a break and caught the the Spam sketch. I adore Graham Chapman in a dress and dowdy hat clutching a purse on his lap and shrieking, "But, I don't want any Spam!"
This takes place in a dingy cafe that serves large amounts of Spam with everything on the menu. All the while, a group of Viking patrons are singing, "Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, wonderful Spam, glorious Spam!"
Later on Friday, my daughter Cindy (from outstate) came for a visit along with her teenage son and her two granddaughters, 4 and 5. They helped me by eating Thanksgiving leftovers for supper.
On Saturday morning, I made pancakes for breakfast. Since I didn't have any bacon or sausage, (and turkey for breakfast is just out of the question) I opened a can of Spam, sliced and fried it. The two little girls were just nuts for it! They had never eaten Spam before and gobbled it up with gusto.
They obviously have Viking blood. I am sooo proud!
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