The SPAM Museum

 

You either like or hate, there seems to be no in between.  SPAM      Slice it, dice it, broil it, roast it, fry it or just eat ffrom the can.   There are receipes from  47 countries , all over the world from folks that just love their SPAM.

 

The SPAM Museum was a lot of fun and informative as well and a neat gift store for all you SPAM fans  There is also a fan club, check it out at  fanclub.spam.com.

 

When we first entered the museum there was a wall of SPAM cans numbering 3,930.   That's a lot of SPAM. At one can a day, this wall could feed you for ten years!

 

Along with the wall, there was lots to see and do.  They had a SPAM exam,  Chef SPAM, with exotic recipes, WWII SPAMVILLE about all the GI's eating a lot  SPAM, SPAMBURGER ALLEY with a17.5 foot spatula and above that a slice of SPAM that measured in at 25 square feet. I  bet your drooling now.

 

Anyway if you have anyone on your Christmas list who loves SPAM, here is the online store.  It has everything.  Bought a few gifts there myself!     www.spamgift.com

 

 

 

AN ODE TO SPAM(tm)

 

Oh SPAM(tm)! Oh SPAM(tm)! Gourmet delight!
My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.

What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.

On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM(tm) hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.

More than mere food, SPAM(tm) is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.

Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM(tm) when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.

Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM(tm) for gelatinous glaze.

That glistening pinkness beckons me
with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh SPAM(tm), my SPAM(tm) - the taste, the smell!
The sacred meat product, from Hormel.