Pork fried rice

Before Katrina hit, we went to the (subsequently flooded and looted) Winn-Dixie in Slidell and bought a bunch of canned and dry goods. This was supposed to be our food when we couldn’t find good fresh food at our exotic cruising locations. As it’s turned out, we’ve never been more than 5 days from a grocery store, and that was on our passage across the Gulf. Currently, even with the flooding KW experienced during Wilma, we have 4 fully stocked grocery stores within 5 minutes of us.

Still, we’ve been trying to eat the canned goods, both to save money and to avoid having to give it away or haul it all home. The other night, Frank made what he wisely termed “pork fried rice.” It was nicely seasoned, with vegetables, big hunks of (ahem) meat, and even some bits of egg. Marjie and Chloe were munching away pretty happily until I made the mistake of referring to the “pork” as SPAM. Our gourmet girls immediately lost all interest in the dish, and we ended up feeding about half of it to the fishes.