The funny thing about my Dad cooking Spam was, when I was on my own in college and didn't know how to whip up a quick meal, I cooked Spam in the way I saw my Dad cook it. The college friends liked it and they asked me what Spam was. In the tradition of my Dad, (as Bill Van would accuse), I told them it was made of chicken lips, pigs ears and stuff they didn't want to know. But Gene...what about SOS? You didn't like that?
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