When a single can of Spam just isn’t enough to meet your Spam needs, no, your Spam urges.

When I floss my teeth, I notice that the little bits of food that get pulled out from their hiding places by the dental floss are always a sallow, gross yellow. Whether I had burgers, chicken, pasta, or soup, the stuck bits of food are always a similarly disgusting hue of yellow.

Why is that? It’s pretty gross.

Yesterday I ate lunch outside, dropping a part of a potato chip on the ground at some point during the meal. A few minutes after the meal was cleared away, I noticed a massive swarm of ants carting away the fallen potato chip. Recalling our previous discussions of big food, I scooted off my chair and I climbed down close to inspect the ant’s grocery run.

Wow! The number of ants that had gathered to clear away the chip was well over 20 and probably closer to 50. They were scurrying over and under the chip, moving it slowly but steadily down the crack in the concrete patio.

Watching the ants carry away the food, I was surprised by the thought of trying to get that big of a piece of food home. Can you imagine finding a potato chip big enough to require 20+ people to help you carry it? Would you want to eat the chip, or would you be grossed out by its size?

Also, I wondered how the ants were going to get the chip ‘in the door’ of their anthill. Would they just cart it home and then call of the other ants out to the ‘front yard’ for a mother of a feast?

The cup is twice as tall as my palm.

There was no estimate of the fluid ounces in the cup, but my thirst was definitely more than quenched.

I think I would have enjoyed that much to drink if it was water or juice, or if I didn’t have to get back in the driver’s seat for a few more hours. In the moment though it sure seemed like a massive portion of Coke, especially since the drink was just a “medium”.  It turns out that fast food also equals a lot of food.

A somewhat apocalyptic rest area advisement on the side of I-76, near Valley Forge, PA.

Recent studies have shown that high fructose corn syrup leads to obesity. Some companies are acting quickly to satisfy consumer needs and profit on the trend away from high fructose corn syrup. But what is their magical ingredient, you ask?  Oh wait, yes, sugar.

If only they’d put it back into Coca-Cola so my rum and Coke tasted good again.

As an aside, would it be “rum and Cokes” or “rums and Cokes” or “rum-and-cokes”?

I picked up some bananas the other day. They seemed to have a serial number — or some identification number — on them. What’s up with that?

I also love that Dole marks its bananas as bananas. Don’t you think that everyone in the supply chain would know a banana? Maybe in the past before the use of these stickers, some new guy in the shipping department thought they were pineapples and sent them to the wrong store.

I know it is puerile, but this made me laugh. I guess companies really ought to think a bit more about where they choose to advertise.

Nothing more unexpected, or equally glorious, than eating Korean food while the radio plays Norman Greenbaum’s “Spirit in the Sky.”

Flights are becoming absurd nowadays, with their new charges for luggage, pillows / blankets, and other previously included items. But alas, the 5-hour flight from Detroit to San Francisco holds strong with their free peanuts, pretzels, and / or cookies.

But I found the packaging a little strange. Not only was it probably more expensive than either the 20 peanuts or 12 pretzels inside, it also advertised hamburgers and eggs. For the next few moments, my brain and mouth collided: were these egg-flavored peanuts? Or peanut-flavored eggs? If neither, it’s still ridiculously hard to imagine eating eggs when you’ve got a mouth full of peanuts.

We always talk about how it’s hard to think of a song while listening to another one, but does that apply to taste as well? Can any of our sensory functions become overloaded to the point where we can’t fathom another scenario while engulfed in the current one?

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep much on the flight.