Recipe fails.

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Because I like to share the joy with friends at the holidays…

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If that doesn’t have them oohing and ahhing at the Thanksgiving table, nothing will.

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A grilled cheese recipe book? Please.

It’s bread, a slice of cheese and melted butter. Even my culinary challenged husband can do that. No book required.

And if you thought that was bad?

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Just… no.

My late MIL was the Queen of Spam.

Spamloaf. Spam Mac and cheese. Spam and eggs. Spamgetthi. Her kitchen was a gag worthy cornucopia of Spam. You never knew where it would turn up next.

The fact that this monstrosity of meat still exists makes my stomach tremble in horror.

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38 thoughts on “Recipe fails.”

    1. My mother used to serve SPAM cooked on mashed potatoes and a “sauce” that was mostly brown sugar. I wouldn’t consider eating it but would tolerate having it served now.

      Isn’t it Hawaii that lives the stuff?

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  1. My father loved it. My mother, a refugee from Germany after the First World War, tried to find a way to make it edible. She died trying. My sperm donor, he ate everything she tried, and loved it. Or his head would have been blown off.
    I wish he had said he hated something…

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      1. It was called Klik in Canada, though Spam was available here–just, can you believe it, twice the price. But same shit, different label! I ate at my friend’s house as often as I could when Klik was on the menu at home.

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  2. Spam. Could there be anything worse to show up on a plate? Well, maybe but really, that’s pretty bad.
    I think the bikini-clad turkey is kind of cute. What does that say about me?

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