Srsly, people swipe the darndest things, and other people will buy them. For several months, there was a problem with people stealing laundry detergent and selling it for drug money. When a container of Tide goes for $18 undiscounted and someone sells it out of the back of their beach cruiser for $10-12, there’s a market.
Pancakes with SPAM instead of bacon was a fairly regular (or at least ‘not unusual’) breakfast food when I was a kid. My dad adores the stuff and so it appeared at meals as much as any other sort of salty-fatty-meat-you-don’t-eat-often (i.e., bacon, scrapple, goetta).
Unfortunately it was also the star of the single worst food in my mom’s dinner arsenal, Spam Orange Bake. She’d slice a tin of Spam, arrange it in a baking dish, scatter lots of raisins on top as well as orange slices, and cover the whole thing in a thin layer of orange juice and bake it. It must have come from an old Woman’s Day or Family Circle.
The way my mom prepared SPAM was to sprinkle brown sugar on slices of it and broil them. It was perfect—in one bite it handily covered what I jokingly refer to as The Three Major Food Groups: Salt, Sugar, and Grease.
On our birthdays we were allowed to choose the menu for the family dinner, and I cannot deny that one year I chose broiled SPAM.
Yeah, that’s pretty much the case with everything. It’s a really severe diet, like 1/4 tsp of salt a day. And most food has some amount of salt in it naturally, especially meat, which we have to count too.
I’ve eaten all the ramen in the pantry, and am slowly working my way through the Marmite; ideally when she isn’t sadly watching me.