Okay… for those willing to experiment a little, here are two ways to quickly improve the taste experience of Spam. (Spiced Ham, by the way, NOT “Something” Packaged As Meat)
1. Fry it up in cheap BBQ sauce. Do NOT use oil. Heat about a cup of BBQ sauce for three to five minutes over medium high heat, stirring frequently until the sauce is bubbling. Add thinly sliced Spam and turn each piece until coated with the glaze. Continue frying until Spam has darkened and sauce is sticky. Serve immediately with two scrambled eggs.
2. Eat Scrapple the meal before you eat Spam. The experience of eating Scrapple makes ANY food the equivalent of four star dining.
Pete, your comment about Scrapple reminds me (in a rather off-kilter way) of something my mother told me about my Uncle Alan… One of their brothers hurt his foot, and Alan said he could help. He stamped on his brother’s other foot!
When asked why, he said, “Well, it took your mind off the first foot hurting, didn’t it?”
Sorry for posting a lot, but something just occurred to me… I’d commented previously that Randie had to win the contest, because Brig wouldn’t pass up the chance of drawing Parisian scenery. I hadn’t foreseen the possibility that Brig would document Randie’s imagination… This puts a whole new spin on things…
And my lack of foresight is also why I don’t play chess for money.
You guys are gonna laugh, but I actually like spam. Not like I LIKE sushi or chocolate cake, mind you. But I actually like the turkey spam… love those turkey lips and nitrates.
Pete: mmm… bbq sauce on the spam! I like whole grain mustard, too!
Bubble and squeak makes me chuckle! hee hee.
I am glad you’re spinning, Astragali.
And I figured somebody would do the Monty on the spam…
I’d been dying to try SPAM for years, but only got around to it last year, and instantly regretted it. It’s far more salty and greasy than my favourite, canned pork luncheon meat (which is no slouch with regards to fattiness itself).
Brig: Spinning? I was doing my shopping after work, and still trying to figure out where the storyline was going… I’d come up with two more possibilities:
1) Max wins, and invites Randie. Whether she says yes depends on how desperate she is to go to Paris vs. going with Max;
2) Mouse enters secretly, wins, and invites Randie. She accepts, not knowing that he’s got the hots for her…
Well, all y’all may laugh, but, like Brig, i enjoy Spam. Properly fried while on a camping trip — mmm-mmm-mmm! Or, in the more current vernacular — nom, nom, nom! And especially spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam and spam!
Not that I would ask my wife to make a point of cooking up a batch, though.
Brig: … après une seille du vin, peut-être…
(Je déteste le SPAM…)
Okay… for those willing to experiment a little, here are two ways to quickly improve the taste experience of Spam. (Spiced Ham, by the way, NOT “Something” Packaged As Meat)
1. Fry it up in cheap BBQ sauce. Do NOT use oil. Heat about a cup of BBQ sauce for three to five minutes over medium high heat, stirring frequently until the sauce is bubbling. Add thinly sliced Spam and turn each piece until coated with the glaze. Continue frying until Spam has darkened and sauce is sticky. Serve immediately with two scrambled eggs.
2. Eat Scrapple the meal before you eat Spam. The experience of eating Scrapple makes ANY food the equivalent of four star dining.
Pete, your comment about Scrapple reminds me (in a rather off-kilter way) of something my mother told me about my Uncle Alan… One of their brothers hurt his foot, and Alan said he could help. He stamped on his brother’s other foot!
When asked why, he said, “Well, it took your mind off the first foot hurting, didn’t it?”
Sorry for posting a lot, but something just occurred to me… I’d commented previously that Randie had to win the contest, because Brig wouldn’t pass up the chance of drawing Parisian scenery. I hadn’t foreseen the possibility that Brig would document Randie’s imagination… This puts a whole new spin on things…
And my lack of foresight is also why I don’t play chess for money.
My English dad used to dice up spam in “bubble and squeak”. Loved it!
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam…..
LOVELY SPAAAAAAM, WONDERFUL SPAAAAAAAAM…..
/you knew there’d be a Monty Python reference
You guys are gonna laugh, but I actually like spam. Not like I LIKE sushi or chocolate cake, mind you. But I actually like the turkey spam… love those turkey lips and nitrates.
Pete: mmm… bbq sauce on the spam! I like whole grain mustard, too!
Bubble and squeak makes me chuckle! hee hee.
I am glad you’re spinning, Astragali.
And I figured somebody would do the Monty on the spam…
I’d been dying to try SPAM for years, but only got around to it last year, and instantly regretted it. It’s far more salty and greasy than my favourite, canned pork luncheon meat (which is no slouch with regards to fattiness itself).
Brig: Spinning? I was doing my shopping after work, and still trying to figure out where the storyline was going… I’d come up with two more possibilities:
1) Max wins, and invites Randie. Whether she says yes depends on how desperate she is to go to Paris vs. going with Max;
2) Mouse enters secretly, wins, and invites Randie. She accepts, not knowing that he’s got the hots for her…
I need a lie-down…
Well, all y’all may laugh, but, like Brig, i enjoy Spam. Properly fried while on a camping trip — mmm-mmm-mmm! Or, in the more current vernacular — nom, nom, nom! And especially spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam and spam!
Not that I would ask my wife to make a point of cooking up a batch, though.