There's Wild and Crazy, and There's Wild and Crazy

7/17/12

By Ken Magill

A Spam-infused cupcake took first prize at a recipe contest in Nebraska last week.

Ashley Eisert entered her Spam-ousse Filled Spam-cake into the contest after being urged to do so by her mother.

She made the mousse and added pureed Spam to it before filling the center of the cupcake, which she made to commemorate the 75th anniversary of Spam.

“We love to do wild and crazy things like this, so we gave it a shot,” Eisert said, according to the Fremont Tribune.

If I had a daughter, I'd want her idea of wild and crazy to be exactly like Ashley Eisert’s.

Her comment got me to thinking of a time almost 30 years ago when I was driving from Tucson, AZ, to Laughlin, NV to look for work.

On the way, I stopped at a roadside tavern, met some biker types and began shooting pool and drinking with them.

After a while, the party moved to a house trailer out in the middle of the desert.

As we sat around a fire passing a whiskey bottle to one another, the house trailer’s owner went in and came out brandishing a pistol.

He then started firing the gun out into the desert while shouting something about g*damned cows getting in his pecan patch again.

It was a sobering moment. I was between a whiskey-drunk biker firing a pistol wildly out of the door of his mobile home and some supposed cows he was firing at. I never did see the cows.

“We’re out in the middle of nowhere and no one knows I’m here,” I thought. “These guys could shoot me, bury me and no one would ever find me.”

I got up, made some excuse for leaving and walked gingerly to my car fearing the whole time I might get mistaken for a pecan-eating cow.

Once I started my car, I drove out of there as fast as I could and never saw those people again.

It seems to me, that experience would qualify as wild and crazy. Not Spam cupcake wild and crazy, mind you, but wild and crazy nonetheless.

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