Memories of Spam
Monday, February 23rd, 2009By Deanna Darr
My childhood memories of Spam are anything but pleasant — a slab of the canned meat cooked in the middle of a perfectly good waffle, for example. But a trip to the Spam museum in Austin, Minn., nearly changed my mind about it.
We took the Austin exit on a whim on our way back from a soccer tournament in Minneapolis a few summers ago. Lured in by friendly Minnesotans with Spam snacks on a stick, we entered the colorful museum and proceeded to learn all about Spam’s role in history (it sure was important during the rationing days of World War II), played a Spam quiz game and packaged Spam on a pretend assembly line (it’s not as easy as it looks). I almost bought Spam slippers at the gift shop.
Even the warm Spam cubes skewered on pretzels were tasty. The museum made me feel that my childhood Spam sandwiches were part of the fabric of America.
Any memories of Spam out there?
