For those of you who, like me, enjoy looking at gross food (for proof of this, you need only remember my fixation with Sweet Fancy Moses—Sue’s Whole Chicken In a Can—Now Even MORE Disgusting!), and enjoy feelings of smug superiority as you tell yourself, “Well, at least I didn’t eat THAT!,” here is the website for all your food-related fantasies/nightmares, and all your conflicted self-esteem/self-loathing issues. Go here and try not to gag. Or salivate. It really depends on how hungry you are.
I must confess though: anything with Spam gets me drooling. I love Spam. But only the good kind—the kind that’s full of sodium and clogs up your arteries; not the kind that’s full of male enhancement offers and clogs up your in-box.
I GIVE YOU: Spam sushi (wait, does this mean Spam isn’t meat?)
Any other Spam fans out there? It’s time to come out of the closet and share all your Spam-centric fantasies. I have already heard from this guy. And by fantasies, I mean recipes. This is a family blog, folks.