Santa loves my family and I so much that every year he gives us at least one can of SPAM under the tree. It pains me to say it, but it’s very tasty when fried up. I love that the word itself must always be written with capitalization.
It was today’s breakfast. Along with a side of eggs and deep fried hash brown patties. Can you feel those arteries clogging just reading this? Over the years- I have been able to entice my wife into enjoying SPAM as well. Even our oldest daughter got her own can of SPAM this year under the tree.
When I was a teen, I’d cut up SPAM into tiny cubes and fry it up. I’d use it as a beef substitute on my nachos. Drool, so good.
A few years ago, we were in Hawaii (they love their SPAM: SPAM Jam Festival) and tried a SPAM sushi roll. It’d probably be a lot of fun to attend their annual festival. My wife and I had SPAM sushi again last April while in Seattle during A Weekend Away. Eating SPAM is the equivalent of enjoying a high end delicacy. A tasty, unhealthy, non-food like, trashy-feeling delicacy.
Truth be told, I really can’t eat too much of it. My stomach doesn’t appreciate the burden: the preservatives, the salt, the meat products, the fact that it has a ridiculously long shelf life… Enjoying it once or twice a year is the maximum I’ll endure.
If you’ve never eaten fried SPAM before, don’t knock it until you try it. You’d be disgustingly surprised with yourself.