It’s my birthday *do* tonight in preparation I thought I’d go out and have lunch at Banner’s (as usual) – lo and behold this little beauty was on the menu. Well actually it was supposed to be Spam, but I just couldn’t handle the thought of eating Spam.
The waitress wrote down “Spam, no Spam” on the order, which tickled me for some childish reason.
Spam, no Spam (sausage), spaghetti hoops, cheese toastie and fried eggs – so so wrong, but so very good. Nicely prepared for this evening. Hopefully.