No, I’m not talking about unsolicited email or the fabulous Python skit. Rather, check it out — I’d totally forgotten that there is actually a museum devoted to Spam:
Is that not just awesome? For those of us old enough to remember, Spam (taken from “spiced ham”) was big back in our parents’ and grandparents’ days, namely, WWII and through the seventies. My mom loved to cook it with eggs and hash browns.
I never really adored it, although I loved (and still love) corned beef — Spam’s bovine cousin. Funny how it’s called corned beef but there’s no corn in it. Anyway.
Did anyone else grow up with Spam? Nowadays, few would admit they still eat it. Probably nobody should eat it. Pinkish mystery meat. Hey, doesn’t that also describe hot dogs, which Americans pound down like it’s their job??
All right, that’s enough. Off to the showers. Have a Finky day.