I DON'T LIKE SPAM!

Baked beans are off.

You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam and spam?

Shut up! Bloody Vikings....

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green eggs and spam
said sam i am

SPAM!

As requested!

Indeed. But will you make a real one to run?

Also, you could convert a cleaned out SPAM tin to make something kind of like this.

(nodnods) That I could!

I think you should. And it would give you a reason to buy some spam.

We'll see. I don't think they make Spam in O scale sized tins... :D

dang. Maybe put a spam tin on a freight car as a load. Maybe have a midget Viking sitting on the top of it?

An excellent suggestion, and I have plenty of flat cars knocking about! I'll get on it!

YAY!

SPAM can aquired, emptied and cleaned! Now to mount it on a flat car...

Cool.

saaayyy Come to think of it
One of the locos in Thomas & friends was called Spam Can

Don't speak to me, I'm miffed.

The local Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks Club holds a breakfast the third Sunday of every month (even if the snow doesn't permit -- they all have All-Weasel Drive). The menu never varies. It is (progressing from the plates and flatware on the far right) Scrambled Eggs, Western Scrambled Eggs (with ham, onion, red and green Bell pepper), Bacon, Sausage, Cornered Beast Hash (you know they're dangerous when cornered), French Toast (it licks you back), Regular Toast (the kind you throw during presentations of The Rocky Horror Show) Apple, Orange or Cranberry Juice and Fruit Cup.

My brother bemoans the lack of pancakes, but whatever.

There is an arbitrary, shocking, erratic, despotic and most certainly despicable lack of Spam, in any of its delightful varieties. The Elks refuse to make amends, cud-chewing ungulates that they are.

Big Game morning (I'd say "S*p*r B**l" but the NFL would sue me) we stopped at Dean's Place in Jewett City, Connecticut for breakfast. They have on the menu a thing called the Meat Lover's Omelette: Ham, Sausage, Kielbasa, Bacon, Meatball. Still no Spam. Aside from that, excellent five forks quality.

Two months ago, we ate at Gramma’s Comfort Foods in Mansfield, Connecticut. I ordered the equivalent omelette off of their menu. Kielbasa, Sausage, Ham, Bacon, et cetera, but that's not all. It was redolent, stuffed, crammed and creeping with Spam! A wholesome, wholesale Hormel holiday.

All served with a side of Lipitor.

I'm a Crestor man, myself. Other than that, sounds delightful! :9

And yes, that Cornered Beast Hash can be tricky stuff. Almost as bad as the dread SOS (Stuff On a Shingle)...

What a dreadful thing to which to subject roofing material. My former girlfriend was an Air Force MP for a couple of years (6'2" Farmer's Daughter -- with a gun and a baton) delicately refers to the dish you describe as "Cr@p on a Cracker." Her roommate (and my current lady friend), the Kitsune doesn't bat an eyelash; she's a Navy brat.

Ectually, I LIKE SOS myself. And biscuits and gravy. :)

I think Mom bought stock in Carl Buddig when we were kids. My brother still loves the stuff (but he likes Cornered Beast more). Mom would also make creamed eggs occasionally, but nobody out here on the East Coast seems to know what that is. I've tried it and it's a ton of work, from making the roux to boiling and cutting the eggs. Damn, but she must have loved us!

Mom hailed from West-by-Gahd-Virginia, but she never made biscuits and gravy that I can recall. I do remember her making Bisquick biscuits early on, but she found she could build a better mix herself for a ton less money. I know that's why Dad loved her so much -- she could cook up a storm on a shoestring!

My kind of mommy!

Ding ding ding! It looks like something which would be seen in Mr. Rogers Neighborhood if he was desperate for sponsorship funding.

At least it not a spam airliner...

The mind boggles.