Spam!

For completely obvious reasons Spam postings seem to draw the most attention within my circle of friends.  Lucky for me I had the opportunity to visit the Spam museum in Austin, Minnesota.

Personally the shape of Spam has always scared me into believing that Spam is made of up things that don't make the cut for hot dogs.  Lucky for me, the museum quickly corrected my misconception:



Of course this is not the first time someone has tried to educate the irrational fear of Spam out of me.  My friend Sean grew up in Hawaii and is more or less the Bubba Gump of Spam.  He can rattle off an endless way of preparing Spam on command.  Of course Hawaii got a few nods in the Spam museum:

In addition to a brief history of Spam, there is a clear feeling of pride in all the ways Spam is prepared around the world with little stalls for several countries and all the various flavors available.

For example, as we walked in samples of Tocino were provided on a pretzel stick.  Tocino is only available on-line, at the museum and in the Philippines.  Nicole tells me it is very good and was chasing down the sample lady for an extra hit of the good stuff half the visit.

The Watermans Arms?

Thinking of The Watermans Arms, I have a friend from there that measures things a bit differently.  She thinks of "height" in terms of tigers, as in "How many tigers tall am I?"  Apparently for the Spam enthusiast another alternative is Spam cans:

21 Cans

Frog for Size

In the end, my fear remains as irrational as ever and I still assert Spam is nightmare fuel.