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EEW doesn't do justice in explaining Spams unbelievably grotesque taste.
How is this for a picture.......I'm channel surfacing on the tube a few months ago and see an extremely enormous (350 +) guy running around on a stage with nothing but a diaper.......he jumps onto a table where there is a woman made out of spam and begins eating. (Spam with mayo) Yes, you guessed it, it was the Jerry Springer show and the lucky guy chose his spam over his woman.
What is this world coming to??? Sprawl isn't the cause of obesity in our nation...........Spam is!!!
Back in the college days, my husband, Rob, and his then college roommate Brent are grocery shopping at the Bi-Lo when they happen upon the Spam aisle. Brent excitedly turns to my husband and explains how when he was a kid, his mom fried up Spam all the time and how good it was. So out of nostalgia, he buys a tin and they rush home to make it. Happily, Brent opens his tin of Spam, cuts off a couple slices and plops them in the fry pan. When they'd been suitably cooked, he slid them out on to his plate, and with great anticipation, tucked into his fried Spam. A look of horror crossed his face, he leapt up, grabbed the fry pan, ran to the window and hurled that Spam as far as he could throw. Sometimes memories of childhood are remembered through a hazy, misty lens.
a friend of mine developed a fascination with potted meat...not eating it mind you...he would carry a can around with his books and would rave about it whenever someone asked him why he had it...lo and behold...his only use for it was associated with a prank he would play involving potted meat and the toilet seats in the mens room...nasty...but funny.
I was in the Saudi desert waiting for the war to start for several months. We were eating MRE's and these freaky little meals in a small bowl that were maid by Hormel (the Ham and Potatos was good). I wrote my folks asking them to send me a care package, like all the other soldiers got. Three months later after the war is over and I have done my share to remove most of the leftover ammunition that the State of Iraq bought from the USSR I receive a package. It appears that my dad just cleaned out the pantry of all the stuff he would never eat. I got potted meat product, Vienna sausages, sardines, old cans of mixed fruit and generic spam. Nothing edible. This was from a guy who served in Viet Nam - the war where they had steaks, beer, drugs and hookers. I on the other hand served in what I lovingly call the first Mormon war - No fun allowed. I gave the package to an E-4 who ate it all that afternoon.
My mom found out what dad did and sent me a package full of the fixins for nachos! Her, I'll take care of in her old age. Dad will get potted meat product for chow once a week.
People who try MRE's for the first time think they are pretty good. Eat them for a week and you will want to begin a new diet. Eat them for months on end and you begin to wonder if you might be better off as a POW. Even in Iraq.
Fortunately, through a chain of circumstances, I ended up being appointed as a purchasing agent for my batallion. Every other week I'd put on civilian clothes, hop in a Land Rover and go shopping. I was authorized to go into the off-limits areas (the cities of Riyahd, Al Khobar, Hafer-al-Batin, etc.) and purchase items for the government. I'd also take along a shopping list for my platoon and make a run on the Safeway.
I did get to King Kalid Military City (KKMC) once for their stringy chicken dinner and a haircut and shave from an angry Arab man with a straight razor in the Saudi military version of a strip mall.
Later, I saw the last Scud missile fired hit at KKMC the night before the ground invasion. I was Sergeant of the guard the night before the invasion. I looked up and say this thing streaking overhead north to south. I followed it to the ground with my eyes. Then it made a bright flash over the horizon near KKMC. It is a strange and spooky thing to see - even in war.