Warning: This is not a vegetarian-friendly post!
Peter went to the grocery store today, and surprisingly, he brought home a can of Spam. Lately he has been intrigued with Spam. We must have seen something on the Food Network or the History Channel or something. Anyway, I don’t think he has ever eaten Spam. Me, I grew up on the stuff. My father liked to fry it then eat it with soy sauce and rice. I liked the saltiness of it, but I didn’t like the gelatinous glop in which it was embedded, nor was I fond of the little hard gristly bits that I would encounter from time to time.
Anyway, Spam has come a long way since those days. Peter picked up the “lower salt” version of it, which is really kind of pointless, because it is still a salt lick. I sliced it, brushed on some soy sauce/mirin mix (yeah, genius move, add some more salt to it. Gah!), and threw it on the grill:
You really gotta have it with rice. Any Spam memories out there?