Added to that is the fact that they spend an hour and hundreds of dollars to serve plates that have barely a spoonful oi food on each one. The plates are judged by , if you will excuse me, three food snobs, who drool over the presentation while taking small nibbles and sips of the dishes before declaring "The Winner".

   I would like to go on the show, serve pizza pockets, hash browns, an oatmeal creme pie and finish it off with a banana popsickle. The worst I could do is finish second.

   But here is the reason I decided to regale you with these thoughts. In the middle of the show there was a break for a commercial, I know, a real shocker!! These poor cooks slaving over ovens, deep fryers, and range tops couldn't take a break but we could.

   Here's the home run. The commercial that aired over and over during Iron Chef, was for SPAM. Yes, Spam. My mother's favorite lunch meat when we were on vacation and the very bane of my sister's existence. My sister would choose to starve to death before eating a bite of Spam. Literally. Ask any of the rest of our family. Call her and ask her, her number is BR 549.

   I sat in amazement and tried to figure out how to make this work for the newsletter. Here is what I came up with. From all the amazing gifts that God has showered on us, what have we brought back?

   (insert the theme song from Jeopardy) Are you really going to make me say it? Is there such a thing as spiritual spam?  

                                                                Blessings, Bro Tom & Sue