Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam

Today was a blast from the past. Jess actually bought a can of Spam (well, Spam Light)--unlike the case of it I got at Choo-seok. I hadn't smelled the stuff since Korea and before that when I was really young and we were dirt poor (well, not quite like that, but fresh meat was tough to come by when you're living in Northern Canada). Heck, we ate so much of it I had a massive keychain of the little keys you used to get to pry them cans open...in fact I think we had the knock-off Spam (Spork) more than the original. Get this, they even have Spam gifts, but I think it's more to do with junk email than the meat, but who knows: perfect for the holidays.

I was a little horrified that she was making it for the kids (oh, I thought they could somehow sidestep that initiation) but she said, "At least we know what's in it, unlike hot dogs, it's pork!" Um, ya, it's just the chunks of fat and God-knows-what that are so more clearly visible in Spam that worries me. Anyways, the kids liked it. Spencer even called it hot dog, so what do I know. I went and made myself a Spam-free sandwich.


Which would you prefer? A ham and cheese with crabmeat or anything made from Spam?