I had a great laugh this week when I saw the food that was being served on board the stranded Carnival cruise ship. SPAM, that slippery pork that was a cheap staple in many homes growing up, was airlifted to the stranded cruise ship.
Mom would grab that release key, pull back the tin lid and tease the solid, shiny pork product out of its can. I would groan. I hated everything about Spam. Mom tried different ways of preparing it: Frying it until it was crisp around the edges. Slicing it and serving it as a cold luncheon meat. Chopping it and adding it to scrambled eggs. Chopping it and making ham salad out of it. No matter how she sliced, chopped, fried or prepared it, I still hated the smell, texture and fake ham taste.
Guess growing up through the depression, my mom appreciated the canned spiced ham from Hormel more than me. She would never have taken a cruise, but if she did Carnival's Splendor would be her cup of tea. Wait, they don't have hot water, so I guess that cup of tea would have to wait for a few more days.
