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Mmmmm … pork brains:
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!
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.
The love of spam is the only thing that betrays my trailer-trash roots. mmmmmmmmmmmmm, spam.
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.
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.
Spam
Sliced thin
Lightly Fried
Served with crackers and hot mustard.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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.
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.
Spam dipped in egg fried in bacon grease. Now you know why I used to be known as Biggirl
And livermush is…?
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?
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]
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
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.
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!
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.
“…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