During Thanksgiving break, I had the opportunity to make my parents' breakfast. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE BREAKFAST.
But I do know how to cook two things: EGGS AND SPAM. I scrambled the eggs with pride, and fried the Spam like anyone fries Spam, with a mix of elation and shame.
But I forgot an important element. My Dad hates eggs!
Now here's where the magic happens.
Instead of freaking out and throwing a tantrum, like most men would do, he gave me a smile and patted me on my head, like I was eight again. "Give me the Spam," he said.
I gave him two loaves of fried Spam. He took the Spam, and a slice of pure American Cheese, put them on some bread and set them in the microwave.
Here is the results:
MY DAD HAS INVENTED THE SPAMWICH.
Not only did he eat this whole thing without sharing, without stopping, as shown here:
He then proceeded to bring up it's creation for the rest of my time home. When we got gas for the car. "That was one good sandwich, wasn't it? I don't even know how I thought of it."
When we went to the mall: "It just happened. Cheese and Spam. And then bread. Who would have thunk it?"
When we picked up my mother from work: "I just microwaved that thing. Didn't even know how long. The world is a crazy place."
Before my sister came over for Thanksgiving dinner: "Did you tell your sister about this? She needs to know about this. She would be proud."
And now I share it with the world. His greatest invention:
2 loaves of Spam
American Cheese (please take out of individual package for better enjoyment)
Then microwave for...he doesn't remember, you'll figure it out.
You can thank him later.