New York Times in recent weeks Hormel's plant in Austin, Minnesota has been pumping out lots more of that famous canned meat product...
My grandparents were young during the Great Depression for the dawn of Spam. When my parents were poor grad students they subsisted on Spam. And though it's been awhile, I've been known to occasionally partake of a SPLT (Spam, Lettuce and Tomato for the uninitiated). There's something strangely compelling about watching the way that Spam kind of swells and sizzles when you cook it.
Venturing onto Hormel's Spam site I was overwhelmed at the Spam fandom. I'm not a Spam fanatic and yet I got sucked into playing their Monty Python SPAMalot game and browsing the Spam store (cute pig alert!) Apparently there are Spam festivals including the Waikiki SPAMJAM. Trip time, Blondie?
My Hawaiian friends swear by Spam Musubi, a sushi-like Spam treat.
How do you like your Spam? With eggs? On a sandwich? On someone else's plate?