My dad would do what we called “spamaroni”. Fry up an onion and some spam, add to cooked macaroni and top with beef oxo (uhhh. I haven’t seen that down here. It’s like a liquid beef bullion I think), pepper and a fried egg. Mix it all together and yum.
Looking back it’s a freakin heart attack of sodium buuuut...
Sigh. Taking a break from the coop. Use the electric pressure washer he said. It’ll be fine he said. That thing uses too much water and is gutless! He ran away to get truck parts but when he’s back...I’m borrowing him, his crowbar of “I’m not asking nicely” (so I can pull out the nesting boxes) and some stuff to drill drainage holes in the floor.
...I may have ordered more soaps from sally lol. Speaking of addictions...
