done and done.

remember the mcrib challenge? and remember how devastated i was to learn that the mcrib was gone?

co worker greg and i decided on the next best {worst} thing - spam. two cold, fresh-from-the-can, hearty slices of spam. yuck. yuck. yuck.

setting the scene:

we purchased the spam at ream's. the klassiest grocery store in slc.

to eat/prepare it, we pulled up right beside the dumpsters in the ream's parking lot. parked. sliced the spam right there. in the car. windows rolled down. it smelled {and tasted} like cat food.

we did just as the can said - lift the lid, give it a wiggle. squeeze the can until you hear a pop {that's the sound of the gelatin coming loose from the sides of the can}, turn it upside down, give it a tap and a squeeze... and there it was... on my plate. a square of cold meat product.

a 32 oz. diet coke waited for me... i couldn't drink anything until it was gone and eaten.

turned the dial to honky tonk country radio.

and then i ate it.

{you're going to want to click to enlarge this pic. really.}

i didn't think i would.... not when we stepped foot into the "canned meat" aisle at the grocery store... not when greg gave the can the "squeeze and tap" as directed... and not when he sliced it onto my plate. not even when i put the fork up to my mouth. i didn't think i could do it. neither did greg.

but i did. and that sweet roman catholic priest calendar is hanging proudly in his office. for the next nine months.