Lately, I’ve been pausing in porticos, haunted by a particular line from a particular song. The ditty in question, “Boom Boom Pow,” was released by the redoubtable Black Eyed Peas more than a year ago, yet certain peculiarities of its lyrical cadences still manage to wash up upon the shores of my mind, as clear and startlingly whole as twisted lengths of beach glass.
. . . Which brings me to today’s Recipe of the Day, Mug ‘O’ Spam. I feel like somebody is making fun of me here. Is the Kansas State Fair trying to bait me? Is the Bellingham Herald being ironical? The Great American SPAM Championship? Aslan wept.