A recent email from a ex-coworker buddy of mine in LA prompted a deep craving within for a childhood treat.
Yes, Spam is a CHILDhood treat. For you see, I've been eating Spam since I was a kid.
I blame my father. He was born and raised in Hawaii, and apparently the 50th state has the largest Spam consumption rate per capita. There is an interesting history behind why they like Spam so much over there, but that's for you to research online if you're inclined to do so.
My friend's email goes onto explain how on a recent trip to Hawaii, he was snarfing down a Spam Musubi in the hotel elevator. The tourists sharing his 14 story ride became horrified when he told them what he was eating, "on purpose."
Spam is everywhere. At a recent Hot Rod Show in OKC, we happened upon the SpamMobile, whose happy Spam Staffers were handing out free Spamwich samples and these...
Spam for the person on the go. Good deal.
And if you like it heated up, just stick the single pack under your armpit for a few minutes, and your Spam will be warm and ready to go.
There is a Spam museum which my brother-in-law visited and said was faboo it it's kitchyness. He's not a big Spam eater, but he will eat the bear, elk, deer, duck, squirrel, and fish that he's taken from the wild. Go figure.
Our small town grocery store only carries the regular Spam. I've been buying and consuming the Lite version since it's been available.
Gotta think healthy, right?