I am watching No Reservations on the tube. In this episode, Anthony Bourdain is in Hawaii.

Let me just (re-)state the obvious- what a fantastic life! Seriously jealous!

They just did a segment on SPAM and now I am craving it!

I haven’t had SPAM in decades, but I love it. I should pick up a can to see if it is as good as I remember.

Intellectually, I know this salty formed mystery meat can’t be good for me, or anyone else for that matter, but that won’t stop me from dreaming about it tonight.

They were in a restaurant where SPAM is featured in almost every dish. He even samples SPAM sushi….

I am salivating (literally) just thinking about it. If I wasn’t already settled in for the evening (and it wasn’t -11 degrees outside), I would seriously consider bundling up and heading to the grocery store to pick up a can.

My friends are always shocked when I say I love this stuff.

I blame my parents.

This was the kind of thing they had growing up. The lack of refrigeration, the fact that this was probably a cheap source of protein and the British influence in Hong Kong likely made SPAM a familiar and comforting connection to home.

And now it reminds me of home.

I love it fried and served between two slices of whiter than white bread. I also remember julienning the meat, sauteing it with onions and vegetables and serving it over noodles…

Very gourmet.

I can feel people cringing as they read this but I challenge anyone to try it before they slam it.

Several cookbooks have been written on creative ways to utilize this much maligned meat- one is even shaped like a can of SPAM! I may have to put a hold on one of these books at the library or go to the Cookbook Store on Yonge to peruse a volume. I imagine it could be quite enlightening.

Hmmm… maybe it is not so crazy to throw on some clothes and go to the grocery store at 11:51 pm….


~ by angryegg on January 3, 2010.

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