MSN has a little quiz to see how much you know about American Industry. Most of it consists of "Who makes what?" and "How many do they make?" types of questions. Still, it's a fun little timekiller. I scored a 7/10. Should have studied harder.
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"The future is here. It's just not widely distributed yet." -William Gibson
Dang!
According to them, "Made in America
You're an industrial titan!
You got 8/10 correct.
Yep, you're smart. Are you putting that big brain to good use?"
I had 10 outta 10 until I changed turkey to chicken and Monopoly to Scrabble just prior to submitting . . .
I don't know that I would have gotten 8 out of 10 unless I found out ahead of time (from Moose -- thanks!) that Hawaii likes Spam. So did my Dad, but he ain't Hawaiian.
later . . .
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We have met the enemy and he is us . . . Walt Kelly
My Dad hated Spam, and with good reason. Serving on board Merchant Marine ships during WWII, they usually left port on the West Coast bound for a mid-ocean rendezvous with the Pacific fleet, without a chance to get fresh meat at any port of call. SPAM was a staple on board, and he said that although their cooks tried to vary the way they served it, getting SPAM day after day for weeks or months, became too much after a while. My mom would make us fried SPAMwhiches, and Dad would just leave his on the plate and not touch it. He must have eventually told Mom, as she stopped serving it, unless Dad was not around!
BTW, my Dad never liked Monty Python either. I am not sure if he ever saw the skit with, "Spam, spam, spam, eggs, sausage, and spam", but my Mom would stay up and watch it with me. She rolled with laughter when she saw that skit!
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"What, me worry?" Alfred E. Neuman
My Dad (meaning my Dad and his family) didn't eat Spam often, but he got used to it in his Army career during WWII and before, so we all got the chance to get used to it. He was also a young adult during the depression, having graduated college in '34 and out on his own away from his folks' vegetable garden, living in boarding houses while supervising construction projects across the Southeast, and therefore not eating as well as he would have liked.
Spam was much better fried than straight out of the can, mor'n likely 'cause some of the grease was rendered out of it and the cooked meat (and I use the term "meat" loosely) was drained on paper towels.
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We have met the enemy and he is us . . . Walt Kelly