Ahh what the hell. Life is going so horribly bad right now that I have no words. Completely alone, trying to wrestle a flame of hope from my ever-darkening existence.
Yes, yes, I know it’s Saturday. Texts are unanswered. People are out and not at home. Nobody cares about me. There are giraffes and toucans hopped up on PCP and they are running around wildly in the street just outside my building. I’m scared. I wanna know where they got the drugs from and I wanna go back to wherever it is they came from.
So yeah, back to the title, right? I saw this on TEDTalks and laughed so hard I went numb.
I should try this tonight. Or tomorrow. It is 15 minutes from tomorrow. Unless I decide to run away with the giraffes. I might.
I hear a train. The giraffes are hopping on.
Toodles.
So guys, if ever you feel weighed down by the bureaucracy and often mundanity of modern life, don’t fight the frustration, let it be the catalyst for whimsy. ~James Veitch
White Padded Room 
Did you catch the train and go with the giraffes?
I like Spam. I took Spam Goulash to the pot-luck dinner at church today.
Do you know where the giraffes were going? Maybe it is someplace nice.
I hope it is someplace nice.
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Hi Pearl! I didn’t know that Spam was still popular today. Well, whaddya know. 🙂 Spam Goulash sounds very tasty. Maybe I’ll try to make it. The giraffes caught a rail car and were most definitely headed west. None of us knew where the train was going. Once the drugs wore off we huddled together for warmth. The further west we traveled, the warmer it became. I made friends with a smaller giraffe called Peter, and we had a lot in common because we had both lost our way. Once the train stopped, we hopped out into the nearest wooded area. It was considerably warmer, with green grass and a blue sky. We spent a considerable amount of time stretching our legs. We didn’t know where we were, but we felt better and made a few new friends along the way.
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I’m so glad you and Peter made some new friends and now feel better! 😊 ❤️ 🚂
Spam is very popular in many places. Hawaiians eat more than any other group of people and it is found in pantries on every single continent – even Antarctica! Hubby and I went to the Spam museum a few years ago. It is in Austin, Minnesota. It’s one of the most fun museums we’ve ever been to. They laugh right along with all the jokes about their product.
Spam goulash is very easy to make. The way I make it is what my mom made, and her mother made during WWII.
1 can of Spam
1 16 oz. box of elbow macaroni (or 1/2 box for one or two
people)
1 15 oz. can tomato soup (two if you like the goulash with
more “sauce”)
small onion chopped up – or – onion powder(salt) t0 taste
Get your water boiling for the macaroni.
Cut the Spam into cubes. Fry it a little in a frying pan big enough to hold all the ingredients. Add the onion after the Spam has browned a little. (I use bacon grease to fry it in – just a little to keep it from sticking and add more flavor, but veg or olive oil works too.)
Add the soup to the Spam. Add a little water, maybe 1/4 cup. Put on low heat. Add some black pepper if you like pepper. Stir it around from time to time so it doesn’t stick.
Cook macaroni to just past al dente – drain and add to the good stuff in the frying pan. (it will absorb some of the soup after you add it to the pan)
Heat it all thorough and serve.
YUM! 😊 ❤️
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They have a Spam Museum??? Well slap me and call me Shirley. Unreal! Maybe I should add that to my “Bucket List!” Thank you so much for the recipe. I have all the ingredients, well, except the Spam. I’ll have to get that. Maybe one day Peter and I will make it to Hawaii with our group and I’ll send you a picture of us enjoying spam goulash. lol 🙂
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