Okay, Spam is not Southern. It's made in Minnesota, and Hawaii consumes the most Spam per capita. Why am I writing about it? It is one of the things my momma cooked while we were growing up. I have very fond memories. I never was a Vienna Sausage person (or Viennies as many folks refer to them) or potted meat fan (or pottish meat as a fellow I went to school with pronounced it). What was so great about my momma's Spam? She sliced it, slathered it in BBQ sauce, and then baked it at 350 degrees. There is nothing like a crispy barbecued Spam. We had tried it fried basically because we tried everything fried. I still do that. My husband had me try liverwurst, because he absolutely loves it and thought I should too. I took one bite and said that probably wouldn't be bad fried. Anyway, if you haven't tried barbecued Spam, please do. You will love it.
The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade really has nothing on the hometown Christmas parade. The city folks focus on fancy floats, big balloons and lots of flash. The small hometown parade has lots of sirens. We bring out all the police vehicles and every fire truck known to man and blast the sirens. This allows everyone in the state to know what we are doing. I do wish someone had been selling hot chocolate or food on the sidewalks. I went from the Eastern time zone to the Central time zone, so the parade was right in the middle of my lunch. I happen to be pregnant right now, and you really don't want to interfere with my lunch. We scouted out the Little Miss Snowflake pageant winners for my 5 year old nephew. He didn't seem very interested. He was more interested in figuring out what to sell at the parade so that he could earn money to buy Wii games. We came up with balloons. His mom and I opened our own miniature golf course in the back yard when we were just a little older than he is now. He makes us proud. The best part of the small hometown parade is seeing people you know and trying to catch up on the last 5 years as they march or drive by. For my nephew, the best part was Santa on the fire truck. They throw out candy, and he collected as much as he could and put it in his mom's coat pocket. I enjoyed the tractors and seeing a childhood friend drive by in a classic Trans Am. He always wanted to be in Smokey and the Bandit. If you get a chance go to any small parade. They are a lot more fun than the bigger ones. And, if your like me, they bring back memories of riding in the back of a cotton wagon dressed as a Christmas package while your sister parades through as the Little Miss Snowflake runner-up. Good times.