Let's all sing! OKRA-HOMA! Every night my honey, spam, and I sit alone and sulk, and watch the hulk making lazy circles in the pie!
PAT, duck> ANY 'greens', even OKRA!
Let's all sing! OKRA-HOMA! Every night my honey, spam, and I sit alone and sulk, and watch the hulk making lazy circles in the pie!
PAT, duck> ANY 'greens', even OKRA!
LOLOL Great answer!
Higs, Katherine
OK, how long have you been married to m y Keith? I remember one summer when he swore that he wasn't eating anything but what I prepared and he kept gaining weight. Turns out he was DRINKING a minimum of two iced cappucinos every day!
Higs, Katherine
Oh my, that's positively side-splitting!
Doreen in Alabama
But you should call the "stew" your "stock pot" - far more eco-friendly
OMG (to quote the kids) I'm married to him too!
Cspampot spun a FINE 'yarn':
>Bernadette spun a FINE 'yarn':
>Pat in Virginia spun a FINE 'yarn':
>Doreen spun a FINE 'yarn':
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Some of my mother's left-overs were the best things I've ever eaten. I loved her mashed potato cakes (like rissoles without the meat - just potatoes); cottage fried potatoes from left-over boiled potatoes; and those pot roast sandwiches - run the meat through the grinder with a little onion, add mayonnaise - yum.
Alison
I agree. I grew up on the east coast (mostly Long Island and Connecticut) and we didn't call it potted meat. We mostly just called it whatever it was (deviled ham, roast beef hash, vienna sausages.) Both my parents were in the Navy - maybe that saved us from Spam.
Alison
I too grew up on the east coast, in Brooklyn and I guess your explanation is probably why I didn't recognize the term potted meat. I did see deviled ham and hash and vienna sausages on the shelves in the market, but it was never on the menu in my house and I just forgot about it. If my memory serves me, my mother did like canned corned beef hash but I thought it looked like dog food and wouldn't even taste it.
Lucille
My other half was raised on similar cooking.. My cooking is not the "coronary blue plate special" (I am originally from the Northeast US and of strong celtic-irish heritage, and not at all prone to traditional "southern" cooking)...
It took him a very long time to adjust to not having everything fried in lard, with "milk gravy" on top.... (I still have no use for "milk gravy", "grits", or okra, which is one vegetable I abominate the texture of).
We had a period early on where I kept finding all sorts of "crumbs" in the car... Apparently he was stopping every morning on his way to work, and getting his morning's ration of BLEACHED FLOUR, SUGAR and LARD at the Krispy-Kreme (y-u-c-k)..... Yum, Yum. Animal fat, over-processed flour and over-processed sugar (ew).
You can try to stop them from "eating themselves to death" when they are off on their own.. It does not always work, but you can try.. It took me over a year and a half to put a stop to his morning grease brigade.
I send him to work nowdays with a muffin for his breakfast at work (bran with "light" cream cheese), and for his lunch a fresh salad... Lettuce, tomatoes, celery, and usually white meat chicken, with a low fat dressing (plain yogurt based).. As far as I know, he no longer "cheats" when he is out of my sight.
A friend commented that I should trade him in on two 25 year olds, and I responded that would be no bargain IMHO.... I finally got him broken in, and I did not fancy having to start over from scratch with whole new sets of bad habits (lol)..
me
You got it! Got to get it out before the drool hits. ;-))
LOL!
Murielle
What Spampot said! ;-))
Still laughing, Murielle
And then you, too, would weigh 300 pounds!
Well, he was telling the truth. He wasn't EATING anything. ;)
I tried everything and none of it worked.
I finally thought I'd hit on the solution ... I took away all his money, his ATM card, his credit cards, his checkbook, anything that could be used to pay for junk food. Didn't work. He'd hit up friends and co-workers that he needed to borrow gas money, and they always gave him the loan. And never knew that he was spending it at KFC instead of Chevron.
I feel my liver curling and my arteries clanging shut at the very thought... Sounds like deep fried fat with lard spread on it! :(
Unfortunately, despite a pretty healthy diet (home cooked and fairly lean on the fats and processed stuff) and plenty of exercise throughout his life, my dad died at 53 from a heart attack. His younger brother also died early with similar problems, as did their father...
I'm doing my best for James!
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