Google question number 2

In my day, we didn't know what nitrates were. We ate what was put in front of us: liver, spinach, beats.... We liked potted meat, salty. We ate quite a lot. My mother was filling out the backs of the labels to win an SUV. We really anticipated the results.

I saw a Spam™ commercial tonight and wondered about the contents, which led me to wonder what we'd been eating in our potted meat. I typed "meat contents potted meat", which I'm sure was more than Google needed. Have a look if you dare.

We actually won the bad minton set, and we played it quite a lot. I'm hoping we sweated out the nitrates.

1 Comment

  1. carson
    Posted Thu Nov 20 16:32:50 -0800 2003 |

    I suspect we're in the same age range (and if not, I profusely apologize & will blame it on monitor resolution - however I do enjoy your rotating picture banner;), and have had the same strange sense of thinking of all the things we/I did when I was a kid that I'd be wary of my kids doing now. To wit:

    1. Riding a bicycle without a helmet. This is now a, pardon the pun, a no-brainer. Yet I didn't wear a helmet until the mid 80s when my brother took a spill and cracked his noggin'.

    2. Wearing sunscreen/avoiding the sun outright. I'm already regretting all those summers in the south without sunscreen. My kids don't understand why I slather on the stuff so thick, and insist on hats, especially here in the overcast northwest.

    3. Processed foods. Ugh... If I had any subconsious desire to eat Spam™, it's gone after reading the link. Really, though, I've always been a fussy eater, and the kids make me more paranoid. Biggest offender for them is sugar, which transmorgrifies them from pleasant girls to screaming and irrational. (Shudder)