Embracing SPAM
I’ve encountered some pretty strong facial expressions when I insinuate that having SPAM in one’s food storage is an asset. And to be forthright, I totally get it. Even when we were dirt poor, my mother never made us eat it.
However, I wasn’t educated in matters of emergency preparedness then either. But I certainly am now, and as a result, have come to embrace the wonders of SPAM. I’ve discovered that if I cook with it much like I would chicken or pork in a recipe, then it’s delightful.