Drunken Pumpkin

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards. The little boy asked why he wore his collar that way.

The man, who was a priest, said, ” I am a Father.”

The little boy replied, “My Daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.”

The priest looked up from his book and answered “I am the Father of many.”

The boy said, “My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn’t wear his collar that way.”

The priest, getting impatient, said, “I am the Father of hundreds” and went back to reading his book.

The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said, “Maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar.”

One of the modules on my Google homepage is a Howto of the Day from wikiHow. The other day I encountered the strangest thing: Spam Musubi. Of course I thought it was just some creepy thing that someone on wikiHow had come up with. After all, the recipe is, in essence, Spam sushi. eww. But a little further research proved that idea as mistaken.

It appears that Hawaii has some sort of love affair with Spam. And this post from The Tasty Island implies that Spam is pretty fond of Hawaii, too.

I’m still having trouble wrapping my mind around a tropical island being so enamoured with tinned meat. I guess having lots of fresh fruit gets old after a while and you really just need some heavily salted, processed meat.

My favorite was when I found some variants on Musubi and they said you could substitute salmon for the Spam if you wanted. I never would have thought to come up with substitutes for Spam. Isn’t it normally the case that you use some can of meat when you can’t produce anything else? Seriously, you could have a tasty snack made of rice, seaweed, and fish, which is fairly healthy and hits all of the major food groups, or you can swap out the fish for some meat made out of… honestly, I don’t know what Spam is made out of.

I must admit, ever since encountering this recipe I’ve had a desire to try it. We’ll see how that goes.

Tune in tomorrow to see if I survive my encounter with the Spam sushi.

The easy confidence with which I know another man’s religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also