Canned Spam

My Dad used to feed us spam. Mostly when we were camping or when Mom wasn’t around. I remember liking it as a kid. Then I grew up.

I found better things to eat than spam. I lost track of the tasty meat in a can. I got married. I had children of my own.

Then one day I was in the grocery market and noticed the spam. I asked my wife if she like spam. To my utter surprise she said she had never eaten spam in her entire life. That meant that I was the only one in our little family who had ever tasted the stuff.

So I bought a can. I took it home, cooked it up (I love it pan fried on sandwiches with an egg, some spinach, mustard, tomato, pickle and mayo). I fed it to my kids. I fed it to my wife. I waited. I hoped.

And they loved it! Hooray for spam. One more tiny tradition I can pass on to my kids, and one less headache when I don’t know what to make for lunch. Just open a can of spam and everyone is happy.