Like many of you, I receive an awful mess of email I just do not want. Fred, my husband, tells me it’s called spam. I guess it has to do with an old Monty Python bit, but spam it is. I hate spam. I also don’t like the kind that comes in the can, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is, spam is not good. Fred tells me that bad guys use spam to steal and to infect machines with viruses. Knowing that, I’ll go one step beyond ‘not good’ and to the ‘more worthless than tits on a bull’.

So following Fred’s advice (he really does know his technology!) I learned about spam folders. Where spam goes to rot into nothingness and be forgotten. I just liked imagining it decaying day after day until all that is left is a word or a number, until that disappears too. Fred told me I just had it all wrong, that it just stayed there until I got around to deleting it, or something. I prefer my view of it though.

Anyway, one night when I was very very bored and not sleepy at all, and Facebook had nothing new for me, I decided to look at that spam. Since it was just sitting there in that folder doing nothing, why not?

Fred did tell me ‘do NOT click on anything!’ and I listened carefully. He also told me if my computer started acting weird at all, I was to come find him. That I didn’t listen too carefully to. My computer is awfully old and acts weird all the time. I really should buy a new one, but as Fred says, if all I do is surf Facebook and read email, how nice of a computer do I really need?

So all that being said, I looked at the spam. And boy did I find some weird stuff. Lots of links (yes Fred, I didn’t click on any). Lots of random text and… strangely enough… recipes. Lots and lots of recipes. My word, just all kinds of recipes.

So Fred suggested I start this blog. He said it’s about time I did something more with my computer than just Facebook and email. So every week I’ll post a new recipe. Some of which I’ll make, some I won’t. (No Fred, I am NOT making liver dumplings! Nothing with liver!) And yes, Fred, I will use my brand new camera to take pictures. My word, the way that man carries on about that camera, you’d think it was dipped in gold.

Anyway, until next week, toodles!