My children made up a poem at the dinner table this evening:
Spam is nice
It's good with rice
So have a slice!
You'll want it twice.
At first I could not see the point of Spam. I knew that people around here liked it, but why should I pay three dollars for twelve ounces of chopped and processed who knows what? For seven months I lived in Hawaii without tasting Spam. I didn't buy it. I didn't cook it.
And then a friend of ours bought us a can of it. Since it was free, I didn't say no. I sliced it and fried it up and served it with rice for dinner.
The kids ate the Spam. And then they were too full to eat anything else.
So now I see what Spam's about. A little goes a long, long ways. That twelve ounce can for three dollars is all the meat I need for seven people.
And it will keep on the shelf too.
I think I'm going to have to buy more Spam.