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Do you like spam?
I like spam prepared the way I like livermush. Sliced thin..fried crisp. On a sandwhich..bread of your choice..mayo and mustard.. The question is..Should anyone eat spam? |
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I haven't had spam in, probably, 20 years . . . But I don't recall it as being particularly objectionable. It's salty 'n' spicy, which I like. I think it's the IDEA of spam which is so offensive.
But I even like—I can't believe I'm admitting this—Chicken In a Biscuit, the White-Trash Treat! Now I will have to kill you all . . . |
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Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam
Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam Spam-pety Spaaam, Spam-pety Spaaam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam......... Sorry, couldn't resist. ![]() Tried it. ONCE! |
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I once had a friend who was a rep for Hormel. She pressed upon me several containers of Spam.
I'm now a vegetarian. Need I say more?
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Darn. When I saw the title of this thread, "I want to delve into your deepest darkest secret..", I thought it was going to be another thread about anal sex....
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Lover-ly Spam, wonderful Spam.
I don't buy it, because it's expensive. Maybe it used to be relatively cheap, but with improvements in wholesaling and refrigeration technology, canned meat is not a cheap alternative anymore. If memory serves though, when crisp on the outside and verging on gelatinous on the inside it is fine. |
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Ellen..
Wow!..72 posts in how long? and spam brought you out! Good to see yas! Tracer.. people will admit to anal sex..Just not to eating spam...
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Alright, I admit it. I eat Spam and I like it. My wife and daughter like it, too. We like it because it is easy and quick--just slice it up and fry it a little. It's particularly good during the time of year when you can get lots of fresh vegetables, so the meat part of your meal isn't that important anyway.
Of course, we don't eat it all that often... I saw a thing on Dateline (while in Germany, I'll watch damn near anything that happens to be in English) about how Hawaiians absolutely love Spam. They showed one restaurant where the guy slices it up and serves it in a fancy pasta dish. Lastly, I've felt sort of patriotic about Spam ever since my stepfather told me his theory of how it helped us win WWII. -VM |
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tracer wrote:
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![]() Spam schmam - let's talk about SCRAPPLE! Esprix
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Or perhaps sweetbreads? Or porkbrains and scrambled eggs? I live in the deep south. We use everything on the pig except the squeal..and they aere working on that I'm sure.
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Maybe I've been out of the country too much...
What the hell is Scrapple? -VM |
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[coming out from lurking to respond to something really important]
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Thanks, mountain man. Sounds delicious.
And mountain oysters? Man, I am starting to really feel out-of-touch. -VM |
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(FYI: steers are neutered bulls) |
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Steer + mountain oysters = bull
Or, stated in a more temporally correct manner, making use of the commutative law, bull - mountain oyster = steer.
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Those are ROCKY Mountain oysters, guys and gals. Come on out to the Testicle Festival, held every summer at Rock Creek, Montana (official motto: "Have A Ball!"). I shit you not. It's a ton of fun and you don't actually have to consume Rocky Mountain oysters if you don't want to -- which I did not and do not. But the beer's cold, the bratwursts are hot, and the bands are loud. I hear the oysters are good, too, but, as I said, couldn't tell you from personal experience as they are on the list of Things I Would Never Eat, No, Not In A Million Years.
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Thanks again for the info...I think I'll stick with the Spam, though, for now.
That festival sounds pretty cool, though. -VM |
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[/quote]Well, I'm not sure that anyone really knows but from what I can gather it's a pureed collection of what's left on the killing floor at the end of the day with a lot of spices added in (thinly sliced and fried, sometimes eaten with syrup.) Basically, it consists of the meat that is rejected for hot dogs.[/quote]
A-HA! I was hoping someone would ask this... Having once been a close personal friend of the Habbersett family (yes, the ones that invented Scrapple), I can say for certainty that Scrapple is made from all the meat parts of a pig that Europeans consider delicacies but Americans won't touch - organs, muscle, etc. No, it's not "lips and assholes" or hooves or snouts or lungs or anything like that, but rather the heart, brain, liver, and the like, just like from any other animal, just mashed together into little bricks. Personally, I can't stand the stuff, but there it is anyway. ![]() Esprix
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[Moderator Hat ON]
I think this 'un's a better fit for IMHO. Have fun there, guys. [Moderator Hat OFF] |
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You...like...livermush?? Can I marry you? No one ever seems to know what it is much less like it! I love livermush! My husband thought it was a joke when I first told him about it and he will not let me bring it into the house! I have to sneak and eat it over at my parents' house! Mmmm...now I'm really hungry! |
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I won't eat spam. By gawd, my ex-husband really tried to push me into eating it with him, and I tried it, several times. Can't do it.
This is coming from someone not afraid of escargot, fried crickets, raw fish, sweetbreads, and other weird things I've had to sample at school. |
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The love of spam is the only thing that betrays my trailer-trash roots. mmmmmmmmmmmmm, spam.
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Mmmmmm, Scrapple, a breakfast delight.
You take all the little chunks of leftover meat from trimming and add the kidneys, heart and pretty much anything you feel like throwing in and cook it until it breaks down into mush, then add enough cornmeal to give it a consistancy of mashed potatos. When it cools, it will firm up enough to slice. Slice it thin, flour it and fry until crispy on the outside and slightly mushy on the inside. Dee-lish! Most grocery stores stock it with the sausage and bacon, although if you live in the country and know someone who does their own butchering, homemade is a lot better.
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Does anyone else here like that spammous New Jersey delicacy pork roll? Looks and tastes a lot like Spam but a lot denser, and comes packed in a cloth casing instead of a can. “Thinly sliced and fried.” I grew up on this, but have never found it outside of NJ or Philly.
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Spam
Sliced thin Lightly Fried Served with crackers and hot mustard. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm |
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Esprix
I consider you one of the most intellegent posters on this board and usually I would accept your word as gosple, however, as an old country boy who has helped at many a fall butchering "party", I'll have to call you out on this one. What you describe sounds more like pudding, the main differences being that pudding doesn't have cornmeal added whereas cornmeal is the main ingredient in scrapple (also called pawnhoss). Also pudding meat isn't cooked nearly as long so the finished product still has little chunks of meat in it where scrapple is more or less a mush. I have never seen the brains or liver used in scrapple, although sometimes the liver is used in pudding. These two organs are a delicasy in their own right and wouldn't be wasted like that. Not to mention that both have a strong distinctive flavor of their own which would ruin the scrapple. And just to stay with the post, I love Spam on a ritz, fried or straight fron the can. Yum. |
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Somebody's got to have the balls to do this....
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Latvian potato salad:
(secret recipe, shhhhh!) Chop all of the ingredients into 1/4 inch pieces: Boiled, peeled potatoes Apples Boiled Eggs Radishes Cucumbers Pickles Beets SPAM!!!! Mix everything, add equal parts of mayo and sour cream. Top with dill. DELICIOUS! The Spam adds salt and nice flavor. Vegetarians can omit the Spam, but add a ton of salt to make it taste good. |
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Spam dipped in egg fried in bacon grease. Now you know why I used to be known as Biggirl
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And livermush is.....?
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Now I remember why I am a vegetarian. Though
Lativa potato salad sounds like it would be good without the Spam. Now who here eats haggis? |
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Myron..
[quote}Livermush, has been around, technically, since the Great Depression. Native to the North Carolina Piedmont, livermush likely got its start in somebody’s washpot during hog slaughtering time. However, don’t let the name fool you; it’s not just mashed up liver, although you’ll find some of that in your livermush. Home-made specials may vary in their ingredients, but Mack’s Liver Mush, based in nearby Shelby, contains "water, pork livers, pork snouts, corn meal, pork spleens, pork fat, salt, spices, and caramel." Now, close your eyes and imagine all of that boiled for several hours, ground up, and molded into a gray, one-pound brick of meat, and you’ve got livermush. Ready to eat. [/quote] http://www.wordgun.com/98jan/livermush1.html
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My father served in WWII.
According to him, SPAM was the major component in K-rations, and in order to survive, you ate spam--or else. My dad is a loving, giving, wonderful man who loved his wife and loves his children more than life itself. He has stated, on more than one occasion (we're actually talking about more than a thousand occasions, but I don't want to sound like I am exaggerating) that anyone who attempts to serve him SPAM in any form will be removed from his will and his affections posthaste- with no appeals possible. My mom must have taken him seriously, because I have never tasted the stuff. Just weighing in with my lack of opinion, due to lack of meaningful research. Scotti |
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I once bought GENERIC Spam. Yes, it's true...Spiced Ham Loaf. My son says you know you're broke when you buy generic Spam.
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When I was growing up, my mom made these fantastic pizza burgers made out of.... yup, Spam. They were wonderful! I think you mix the Spam with Hormel chili (no beans), add some spices, top with mozzarella cheese and broil on buns. Delicious!
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Livermush
It sounds similar to the Braunschweiger we have up here in Wisconsin. It's soooooooo good!
I can't eat Spam straight; too salty. I like to dice it up and put in in split pea soup.
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"...I won't eat spam. By gawd, my ex-husband really tried to push me into eating it with him, and I tried it, several times. Can't do it..."
(To follow in the lines of this poster...who shall remain nameless.) I just kept eating it and hating it. Whenever he would eat it, he would say, "why don't you have some honey?" And then I would start eating it. He would have a sandwhich made with it and Iwould be eating it out of the can. I would tell him I didn't like it. He would say, "would you try it on a plane? Would you try it in the rain? Would you try it on a boat? Would you try it with a goat?" I would shout, "I do not like it on a plane. I do not like it in the rain. I do not like it on a boat. I do not like it with a goat. I do not like eating your nasty Spam. I do not like it Ex- Hus Ban." So anyway, I would be eating Spam all the time. I kept telling everyone that it was gross. I would have it stockpiled in my pantry and under the bed. I would eat it with crackers but only because my husband told me to do it that way. You know I tried it several times and thought it was foul. And even now when I eat it I get it confused with real food. I ate it yesterday now that my ex is gone. It seems he got me hooked on this infernal abomination that some people call food. I have been eating it everyday since he left seven years ago. It seems that my love affair with this most delicious... I mean nasty food has been forced upon me by my wicked husband. He knew better when I held it in my arms, carressing it gently that he shouldn't have interrupted me. That Spam. Good Spam. I hold you in my arms and sculpt your gelatinous form into the body I so desire. The little rectangles, like you are when you are whole. The white, salt jello at the top full of your creamy goodness. Stop, I think someone is listening. Spam you are nasty. Oh, good, they are gone now. I love you Spam kiss me. (Munch, Munch). No Spam, tongue kiss me. I love the way the salty gel tastes as you ooze down my throat. You are the best lover, Spam. Better than that stupid ex of mine who left me becuase he felt so inadequate now that you are here. Touch me there and there... and oh yes, there. Spam, cover my body so I know that you love me. Roll all over me in your spicy goodness. OH, love me Spam. SPAM! SPAM! For further installations of the ultra taboo love affair between Spam and JavaMaven, stay tuned to your local thread. The above was brought to you in parody by SqrlCub, also known as the maker of "That guy over there" and a tour guide in DC who gave a tour that literally was as follows: "And you see that building over there. Yeah, that is that building over there. Those buildings behind that building are called those buildings behind that building. This is that building on the street next to the sidewalk. That is the statue next to this building." (The tour guide thing is a true story. I can now give a tour anywhere in the entire universe. I am so talented. I think I will post the tour thing in MPSIMS now.) HUGS! Sqrl
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I am out of the closet--I love Spam! I adore Spam! I cannot live without Spam! Spam makes the world go 'round! Hey--wait--don't tell me that there cannot be love between a nice, white girl and a meat by-product confection! So how much do you want for the pictures of my naked body covered in Spam? Don't tell me you don't have them. Tell me where to drop the money, because I certainly don't want those going out to the wide world of the SDMB. |
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LOL. The important thing is that you admitted it. Now the healing can begin.
![]() Thanks for not taking offense to it. It wasn't meant to be offensive but I see in some parts where it could be taken the wrong way. HUGS! Sqrl
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Spam musubi is a favorite. You can get it at any 7-Eleven. But I grew up eating spam. My great-grandother fed it to us when we were at her place. Fried, not-so-thinly sliced. Yum. Straight out of the can on crackers with cheese. Yum. I haven't had it in years though as I don't eat beef or pork anymore. |
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There is a wonderful book, called Biggest Secrets by William Poundstone.
In it was a chapter entitled Mystery meat. He gets into all the odd items; pimento loaf, headcheese, etc. He mentions a thing called chorizo, which is just as unappetizing, to those with appetites. I wonder who buys all this stuff; just as I wonder who buys Kraut Juice, sold at your local grocery store. |
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The official SPAM webpage: http://www.spam.com/sp.htm
They have lowfat Spam and low sodium Spam nowadays.... |
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Ok.. now normally nobody delves into my deepest darkest secrets without buying me dinner first..but...
Grew up on Spam.. my family loves the stuff. I haven't had it for years, but wow.. when you fry it up and then slam it on bread with ketchup.. nummy.. |
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Ketchup?!? BLEAH!!
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Like many here, I was fed Spam as a child. My frugal German grandmother would fry it and serve it w/ sauerkraut and mashed potatoes. (My WWII Army vet Dad was not enthused.)
Re prarie/mountain oysters: The Ex took me to his small prarie hometown where the big church fundraiser was a "nut fry". (Two churches; one Catholic, one Lutheran.) He said the Lutherans always made a big thing over the sight of the nuns in full habit, busily stirring boiling vats of oil full of batter-fried testicles. My secret (well, not now) vice? Raw cookie dough. The stuff is okay baked, but always better as dough. So what if it contains raw eggs and will probably kill me? I bake some for work, then save the rest to eat as dough at home. A question: is scrapple the same as goetta? I'm not a huge cornmeal fan, but my mom loved something that sounds like this. But now I can't remember if it was scrapple or goetta I was eating. Veb |
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Liver pate = fine Champagne Braunschweiger = $10 bottle of sparkling wine Livermush = Moonshine |
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