When I was a kid I loved vienna sausage. I’d eat it right out of the can. Of course when I was a kid I’d eat anything right out of the can.
Long ago, when I was quite a few years from being a kid, I tried that and recoiled. What foul stuff! I felt betrayed, and never wanted to look at another can of vienna sausages again.
But a couple of weeks ago I was up in the Lair’s loft and looking at quite a few cans of it – Big Brother keeps including it in his monthly care packages, and they had kind of piled up – and it occurred to me that I was being unfair to the humble cylinders of, er, meat.
After all, I like Spam but I’d never consider eating it right out of the can unless I was starving, and even then I’d gag. I eat Spam sliced and fried most mornings, in Spammo Classico. Otherwise I cube it up, fry it and add it to potatoes and onions or rice or cheap spaghetti sauce.
Regular readers know Uncle Joel is no chef. But it seemed obvious even to me to wonder, how would that work with vienna sausage?
Turns out it works perfectly well. Doesn’t quite have the flavor of fried Spam, but it’s different. And when you eat more-or-less the same thing day after day, as old creature-of-habit Uncle Joel does, different is good.
Yesterday I made a pot of spaghetti, which with our unseasonable heatwave needs to be eaten up quickly or it’ll spoil. Normally I don’t really care for spaghetti because the dollar-store canned sauce needs a lot of doctoring or it’s like eating paste.