That's why I loved it as a kid. Sometimes all we had was bread, butter and sugar. After a week of butter and sugar sandwiches, Spam was a treat.
“That’s why I loved it as a kid. Sometimes all we had was bread, butter”
Now, if it had been my grandfather’s homemade butter on one of my mother’s biscuits (made from stratch) you wouldn’t be complaining.
“That’s why I loved it as a kid. Sometimes all we had was bread, butter and sugar. After a week of butter and sugar sandwiches, Spam was a treat.”
I remember that, sometimes having corn bread for supper with nothing else, no meat, no vegetable, no gravy, no butter, that kind of life made you think that spam and vienna sausage were high end treats, and I guess they were.