When I was a kid, in the late Pleistocene era, my mother would often ask what my brother and I wanted for supper. The answer was often, often:   Fried Spam and sweet potatoes!

That would be canned sweet potatoes, by the way. Spam cut about a half inch thick and fried. And, although we didn't specifically say so, it was assumed that that set of delicacies would be accompanied by canned jellied cranberry sauce.

Haven't had that in years decades! Not because I wouldn't love to have it, but because my Beautiful Wife exercises her emphatic veto!

More's the pity, more's the pity.

Dave Oesterreich