My grandfather had a wooden “worm bed” in the back yard for red worms. I suspect he provisioned it with manure from his nephew’s farm. Whatever happened to half-pound Maxwell House coffee cans? Those were our individual fish bait worm buckets 
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Chock Full O Nuts coffee was the can I used. My lucky can. Fit about 300 red worms in there. Great for fishing, but hard to get on the hook. They’re pretty squirmy.
California worm farm. I like the sound of that.
Anyone see these jumping worms. I know folks in our state are getting worried. Hope robins like 'em.
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I dropped out of college to focus on something else and took a night job at the packing house for the money. It was quite an experience. I escaped the packing house by joining the service.
I don’t know if I’ve even eaten a Hamdiner. Haha.
I’m not familiar with the Jack knife but pretty sure I didn’t. Is that the short hooked knife? I saw some people wielding it in the department that made hotdogs and sausages. I only worked in ham boning (deboning hams) and the kill during layoffs when I didn’t have enough seniority to bump someone else in there.
It’s actually a 5 inch blade, made long to test Thuringer (so the old man said.)
If you ate a Hamdinger, you’d remember. Worst excuse for a burger ever invented. I remember seeing the commercial and thinking “a ham hamburger, hmm.” Sweet jeezis, it was a terrible idea.
That kill floor was nuts. There’s a job that’ll wear on you. Glad you joined the service. Healthier environment.
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From the packing house to lovely Lebanon. 
My latest repurpose is to partner my Xinzuo Zhen hammered 6" petty with my Wusthof Precision next to my computer–and separate from the soft steel group. It’s turned out to be a much better performer than expected.
My Fuji is now top dog Chef Knife: first grab:
How coarse was the meat ground in a Hamdinger? Was it pressed like SPAM or left sorta loose?
You drove me to Google! Why, here’s a whole web page devoted to hamdingers…
Grouping my deba with my cleavers and utility knife is a similar repurpose to the Victorinox butcher knife I once slotted nearby. It rapidly fell into disuse and was also given away.
Much deeper “Repurposing,” RD, instead of repurposing a knife, you repurposed your life!
My repurposing was more subtle–going from research to applied–and even helping the military from the outside.
So, repurposing my butcher knife sort of fits for me.
Pressed. If it were SPAM, we would have eaten it. It was four of five pressed HAMburger patties that were in a can.
Just heat 'em up in a frying pan. My dad and brother worked at Patrick Cudahy. None of us could get these past our gullets.
Hi Greg,
When did you decide to repurpose your life and start to use KIWIs?
Did they put paper circles between the “patties”?
