Thursday, September 6, 2007


I can't take it anymore! Life without SPAM is too ordinary! I feel like Billy Ray Valentine - given such a sweet taste of the high life. I don't wanna go back!

It's been 9 days and I'm at home each night rocking back and forth in the corner like some kind of SPAM junkie. This can't end. It won't.

And maybe it doesn't have to... maybe I throw the occasional story or recipe up here - with no obligation - and we all keep living the dream! Then we SPAMFANS can stick together!

I'm just thinking out loud here, but how about I open it up... say you cook up a SPAM meal - email me a photo and the recipe and I'll post it!

We'll start a SPAM community, roll it into a club, and eventually become an extremely dangerous gang!

Is anyone with me on this?!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

60 Days of SPAM?

Probably not a good idea.

It's over. Honestly, I'm a little bummed. You wouldn't think thirty days is enough to get nostalgic about, but it's been a long journey. So many emotional highs and lows...

You remember.

I get the "will you keep eating SPAM?" question a lot these days, and my answer- for the record- is "you're damn right I will."

I'll miss sharing it with you though.

I'm going to put together a recipe book from my adventure - something handmade. You're welcome to have one. Email me if you're interested and I'll shoot you some info.

I guess that's about it.

Take care, my fellow SPAMFANS.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

The Last Supper

We just finished a feast unlike anything you've ever eaten before - my entire family. I can't even do it justice with words... I'm just going to have to post an on-slaught of photos.

Here goes...

There were SPAM Potato Balls:

And Barbecued SPAM:

Fried SPAM Cubes were there:

And so was SPAM Prosciutto:

As well as SPAM Tortilla Rollups:

And a SPAM Stuffed Baguette:

A little bit of SPAM Stuffed Jalepenos:

And even some SPAM Sushi:

Which landed me with the well-filled plate seen here:

It's a lot to process, I know. But I think I owed it to SPAM. Now I need to go lie down.

I'll post some final words tomorrow...

The breakfast finale

Well you may have heard me cooking breakfast today... because I did it on the radio!

That's right. Pat & JT and I whipped up SPAM Breakfast Burritos inside the Q98 studio. We may have used the smallest George Foreman grill in the world too... but it came together smoothly.

The grill is definitely ruined, but the burritos were fantastic.

Pat even ate one with me... and I watched him do it! He didn't ball it up in napkin or anything!

Anyway it's a pretty good start to my day of finales:

Thanks, guys!

Monday, August 27, 2007

Crying into my kabobs

I felt like I was eating in mourning tonight... like I was at a post-funeral dinner or something. Woebegone and teary-eyed. That's what day 29 does to a man, I suppose.

And it wasn't the meal.

My dad grilled SPAM Kabobs that could change your life:

I just don't think my life is ready for change.

Casserole in the sky with diamonds

Picture yourself in a bowl at a simmer,
With medium heat and spices nearby
A warm oven calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A dish with the power of pie.

Chopped up SPAM pieces, soup and grated cheese
Pouring in over your head.
Look for dish with the steam in the air,
And she's gone.

Casserole in the sky with diamonds
Casserole in the sky with diamonds
Casserole in the sky with diamonds
Ah... Ah...

Shhh... I hear you, John Lennon... I hear you.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Life in the upper class

Two and a half more days... then I return to the less lavish world of mediocre meats.

That's a sad reality.

It's also a strange reality - that sneaking conveniently packaged meat into weddings and restaurants is now my perception of luxury and class... wow.

Maybe we oughta just let that one go.

And I'll refrain from talking about this regalement: