Shaken Not Stirred

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Spam--Not Just for Email Anymore

My father recently asked me to go with him to Sam's Warehouse. He was going to buy some stuff to put into a box that he was shipping to the Philippines.

He is going over there in February on a medical mission--free clinics for the needy.
The box he is shipping this week, will arrive approximately the same time he will. I guess it's going by boat or someone is carrying it over there. Why is it taking three months?

So we go to Sam's, this warehouse of food in bulk. Everything is bigger over there--the party bags of Doritoes, the toothpaste tubes. I felt like Jack after climbing the beanstalk. Dad immediately heads for the canned goods section. He tells me that he wants to get some food for some of his brothers who are still over there. His first pick? SPAM!

I remember that while I went to medical school there, the local classmates loved Spam. I couldn't understand their fascination with processed ham in a can. I know that growing up, my mother would prepare it for breakfast on occasion--thank God she discovered bacon. It was good, when fried to a crisp, leaving none of the original recognizable meat. Anyway, Dad was piling this stuff into the cart--along with Vienna Sausage and corned beef.

My only thoughts were, "Do you like the people that you are giving this to?". I would never give a gift of spam. Anyway, from what I could count, there were approximately 80 cans of spam and equal amounts of Vienna Sausage and corned beef. After the mutilated meat in a can, he then filled the cart with normal stuff like Skittles, Crunch bars, coffee and Starburst.

I helped him pack this crap into a box and then waited for the shipping guy to come and pick up the box. When he came and asked for the contents, he replied--"Your relatives are going to love this box". WTF?


  • i think we're twins? fraternal of course, you sound a lot like me.

    i guess i'm wondering why you've never been to sam's or costco, do you live under a rock? are you pink, with five points?

    just kidding witya.

    and spam is GROSS right up there with headcheese

    By Blogger Badoozie, at 10:56 AM  

  • Hey I liked it too when I was young...But the fascination has since...Worn out!

    By Blogger twolf1920, at 11:19 AM  

  • A definite moron.

    By Blogger Lindsey, at 3:45 PM  

  • Thanks for your support on my Blog too Angel-You are the BEST!

    By Blogger twolf1920, at 8:02 PM  

  • I don't know--I suppose it's an acquired taste. I'm sure they'll appreciate the goods!

    By Anonymous Babette, at 8:41 PM  

  • ewwww, Spam! i guess if you are really hungry, it's better than nothing. it's still gross though.

    By Blogger mysterious in blue, at 12:00 AM  

  • SPAM, in the original... long before e-mail, before computers, even before circuitry, there was SPAM. I believe the first can ff the production line still exists, as do the contents, undecayed, undecaying... it's like food for the undead!

    Whenever I hear SPAM I think of a Monty Python sketch, where someone is in a bed'n'brekker trying to order a breakfast without SPAM. I do believe that skit holds the record for the most times SPAM could be said in any conversation. It remains one of the funniest scenes I know.

    By Blogger blackcrag, at 4:05 AM  

  • Dad loves SPAM too...he fries it with his eggs...ugh...

    By Blogger Chick, at 9:07 AM  

  • i think the asian "fascination" with spam started when the americans came in "help" to many of the asian countries after wars.. spam, hersheys, and other canned products were symbols of freedom, of the rich countries... i still love spam once in awhile with my rice and kimchi... many of my past roomates thought it was gross, but hey.. it's part of me.. i wouldn't be me without the fat i get in my spam cans...

    side note: why is spam so expensive when no white people eat them???

    another side note: you must be hot if you're phillipino... 85% of you are hot...

    By Blogger totolehero, at 9:21 AM  

  • my dad loved that stuff- and used to make us eat it when were little. the day i read the ingredients is the day i quit eating that stuff! lol. but hey i'm sure they will appreciate anything free thatcomes their way.

    By Blogger vani, at 10:08 AM  

  • Dude, thanks, now I'm going to have the Monty Python song stuck in my head all day.

    "Lovely Spaaam, wonderful Spaaam..."

    By Blogger Vince, at 10:49 AM  

  • Vince! Now that spam song is in MY head too!

    I guess some people like spam, it's been around a long time. Did the people/organization your dad is sending foodstuffs to recommend particular things? You never know: "Ooooh ooh, make sure they send spam!" It could happen. :)

    By Blogger Spider Girl, at 11:23 AM  

  • no wonder it's going to take 3 months to get it there. it's got to be shipped on a boat because surely that many cans of spam would necessitate a crate...who is carrying that?

    I think i'm one of the only people in the world apparently who has never tried spam. but i have eaten it's round cousin the hotdog many times

    By Blogger cher, at 2:42 PM  

  • My first roommate was Hawaiian, and a BIG fan of Spam... something about not farming animals on the tiny little island, therefore settling for nastiness in a can.
    good story.

    By Blogger Thora, at 2:50 PM  

  • as a veggie i've never had spam! i've had lots of the other kind of spam though. Both are bad.

    By Blogger Chloe, at 4:09 PM  

  • Oh yuke!

    By Blogger SkyeBlue2U, at 5:05 PM  

  • Let's start a Ban Spam campaign; why must we transport it to developing countries and others in need; so we ourselves don't need to touch the stuff?

    By Blogger Cathy, at 8:29 PM  

  • Yummy.

    By Blogger mrshife, at 10:42 PM  

  • I am proud to say that not once in my life have i ever eaten spam.

    By Blogger coloradohurricane, at 12:39 AM  

  • I am a proud non-spam eater, too LOL! I'm also a vegetarian :)

    By Blogger missy, at 3:14 AM  

  • Spam is a mysterious thing. It's disgusting to look at, but it tastes great.

    By Blogger Ruben, at 7:31 AM  

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