1999 News Flash : This site was mentioned in the "CyberSPAM" chapter of SPAM: A Biography by Carolyn Wyman

Spam Links Here

Spam Links Elsewhere

The official Hacker's Jargon (3.2.0) meaning

:spam: vt.  [from "Monty Python's Flying Circus"] 1. To
   crash a program by overrunning a fixed-size buffer with excessively
   large input data.  See also {buffer overflow}, {overrun
   screw}, {smash the stack}.  2. To cause a newsgroup to be
   flooded with irrelevant or inappropriate messages. You can spam a
   newsgroup with as little as one well- (or ill-) planned message
   (e.g. asking "What do you think of abortion?" on soc.women).
   This is often done with {cross-post}ing (e.g. any message which
   is crossposted to alt.rush-limbaugh and
   alt.politics.homosexuality will almost inevitably spam both

   The second definition has become much more prevalent as the
   Internet has opened up to non-techies, and to many Usenetters it is
   probably now (1995) primary.

Monty Python's Spam sketch

Scene:  A cafe.  One table is occupied by a group of Vikings with horned
        helmets on.  A man and his wife enter.

Man (Eric Idle): You sit here, dear.
Wife (Graham Chapman in drag): All right.
Man (to Waitress): Morning!
Waitress (Terry Jones, in drag as a bit of a rat-bag): Morning!
Man:      Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam;
          egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage
          and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam
          bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings (starting to chant): Spam spam spam spam...
Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked
          beans spam spam spam...
Vikings (singing):  Spam!  Lovely spam!  Lovely spam!
Waitress:  ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a
          Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with
          truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Wife:     Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.
Wife:     I don't want ANY spam!
Man:      Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Wife:     THAT'S got spam in it!
Man:      Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings:  Spam spam spam spam (crescendo through next few lines)
Wife:     Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife:     What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!
Vikings:  Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!)
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings:  Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!  (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings!  You can't have egg bacon
          spam and sausage without the spam.
Wife (shrieks): I don't like spam!
Man:      Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss.  I'll have your spam.  I love it.
          I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam
          spam and spam!
Vikings (singing):  Spam spam spam spam.  Lovely spam!  Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man:      Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam...  (but it is too late and
          the Vikings drown her words)
Vikings (singing elaborately):  Spam spam spam spam.  Lovely spam!  Wonderful
          spam!  Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam.  Lovely spam!
          Lovely spam!  Lovely spam!  Lovely spam!  Lovely spam!  Spam spam
          spam spam!

History of Spam

HONORARY SUBSCRIBER. Today's Honorary Subscriber is George A. Hormel (1860-1946), the man who brought us Spam. No, not junk mail -- Spam with a capital S, Spam the food. During the Great Depression, Hormel's company sold 1.5-pound cans of beef stew for only 15 cents, providing an affordable, filling, and nutritious meal for the families of unemployed workers. The beef stew and other "poor man's dishes" (including canned products such as corned beef and cabbage, spaghetti and meat balls, and chili con carne) were highly regarded in those lean years. Authors Joseph J. & Suzy Fucini write:

"Encouraged by the success of its poor man's dishes, Hormel & Co. introduced an economical pork loaf in 1937. The canned meat ran into a major problem before it even got to market, however, when the U.S. government would not allow the company to call it ham, because it was made from pork shoulder instead of the hindquarters.

"In an effort to come up with a substitute name for the humble luncheon meat, Princeton-educated Jay Hormel turned to his country-club circle of friends. The younger Hormel threw a party at his 170-acre Austin estate and asked guests to 'pay' for cocktails by suggesting a name for the new product every time they ordered a drink. 'Along about the third or fourth drink they began showing some imagination,' the executive later recalled. It was Kenneth Daigneau, a visiting New York radio actor who suggested the name that was eventually chosen -- Spam.

"Like its predecessors, inexpensive Spam found a ready market in depression America. Sales of the proletarian pork dish were greatly aided by an advertising campaign featuring George Burns and Gracie Allen, which urged people to try a "Spamwich" or "Spambled eggs" for an economical lunch."

Cream Of Spam

(Cream of Spam)

The Bard Spam

(I'm pink therefore I'm spam photo)

The 1996 Spam NASCAR

(Picture of 1996 Spam Car)

The 1997 Spam NASCAR

(Picture of 1997 Spam Car)

Spam Now

(SpamNow icon)

Kevin Knight ORIGINAL Spam Poem

by Kevin Knight (fknight@ccipost.net)
SPAM, SPAM a wonderful food,
It looks like it's already been chewed.
If it once was alive,
I hope it's not now.
Maybe I'll feed it to my cow.
And if my cow dies,
Then I'll know,
That SPAM is not the way to go.

Ode to SPAM(tm)

author unknown
Oh SPAM(tm)!  Oh SPAM(tm)!  Gourmet delight!
My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.

What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.

On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM(tm) hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.

More than mere food, SPAM(tm) is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.

Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM(tm) when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.

Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM(tm) for gelatinous glaze.

That glistening pinkness beckons me

with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh SPAM(tm), my SPAM(tm) - the taste, the smell!
The sacred meat product, from Hormel.

Alternative Ode to SPAM(tm)

By Kelly Jenson, Peggie Entrop, Rachel Sampson, Lynn Hammond
Oh, Spam
With the clear
Jelly floating
on the top

you need no 
can opener
four varieties
including SPAM LITE

Maps spelled backwards
green eggs 
and spam

who can?
Spam can.
Who can resist?
drool drool
spam spam

Mr Spamman
Bring me a dread
Make it the saltiest
you've ever seen.

Lynn belches
from Spam


Art thou real
Oh, spam

oh spamio,
wherefore art thou

Spam is the east
Spam is the sun

Oh, that 
I were spam
that I could 
touch that

Dang it!
Did we ask you?
butting your spam
into our spam 

dream of spam
Jingle Spam
oh what fun

It is to play
in spam
all day

Robin laid 
some spam
squish it round
squish it round

I like spam
You like spam
let's all play
In spam

Double mocha
spam latte
Spam milkshake
Double bacon 
spam burger
with cheese

Dangit Jim,
I'm a doctor,
not spam.

These are 
the days 
of our Spam

Dangit CHUCK!

The Ballad of Jed Spampett

by Kevin Rollins
Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed
Poor white trash, kinda crazy in the head
Then one day as he was shootin, at some food
Up from the ground came those cans of blue

           Spam that is
           Pink and sweet
           Mystery Meat

Well the next thing you know, he could feed the whole clan
When out of the woods popped a Hormel man
He said Spamabama is the place you oughta' be
So they loaded up the truck but only got to Antrey

           Hill folks that is
           Make you squeal!!!
           Bubba ville!!!

Well now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his clan
And they would like to thank you folks for chockin'down that Spam
Your all invited back 'ere morn to this localaty
To take a shot and see if ya got a case of dispepsy

           Gas pain that is!!!
           Moan and groan
           Get the Rolaids !! Ya hear?!

Pink Acres

by Kevin Rollins
Pink acres is the place to be
Hog heaven it's the life for me
Pull tabs spreadin' out so far and wide
Keep that blue can gimme what's hidden inside

   The meat...Too sweet...The gel...That smell!!

   Some like it fried !!!
   Goodbye Kosher diet!!!

Pink acres we are there...

Some SPAM Haikus

author unknown
(If you like these, here is the Official SPAM Haiku Archive)

haiku (hi'koo) An unrhymed Japanese lyric poem having a fixed 3-line 17-syllable form.
spam (spam) (undefined in Websters: possibly undefinable)

Clad in metal, proud
No mere salt-curing for you
You are not bacon

And who dares mock Spam?
You? you? you are not worthy
Of one rich pink fleck

Silent, former pig
One communal awareness
Myriad pink bricks

Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but
Spam, aah, my poultice

Can of metal, slick
Soft center, so cool, moistening
I yearn for your salt

Blue can of steel
What promise do you hold?
Salt flesh so ripe

Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone

Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate

Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas

The color of Spam
is natural as the sky:
A block of sunrise

Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan

Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?

In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door

Slicing your sweet self
Salivating in suspense
Sizzle, sizzle..Spam

Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain

Cold, Pink, gelatinous mass,
The potted meat for which I crave,
Warns of impending earthquake.

Ears, snouts and innards,
A homogeneous mass.
Pass another slice.

Pink tender morsel,
Glistening with salty gel.
What the hell is it?

Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat.
Give me a spork please.

Old man seeks doctor.
"I eat SPAM daily", he says.

I am flattered
And overwhelmed to Pink.

Watch the pink slab fry 
Its grease can lubricate eggs 
Get ketchup ready 
Spam on Wonder bread 
He's allergic to sulfites 
Hives come after lunch 
Pressed, the cold slice soothes 
Eye, a black-and-blue shiner 
Spam, what useful stuff 

Highly unnatural,
The tortured shape of this "food".
A small pink coffin.

Parts of pigs o' plenty.
Sumptuous feet and tails,
Rub amber gel through hair.

You don't want to know,
What they put in that tin can
It's scary to think.

Drop a pig in a blender,
Add salt and dye:
The recipe for Spam.

Have you ever lost anything
It's in that one little can,
Of Spam.

In the same manner as we,
lick envelopes to seal them,
cows lick Spam.

Did you ever wonder,
Where rats go when they die?
Spam knows where they go.


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Spam In

by Dan Rice (daniel.rice@eng.sun.com)

THE GREAT "SPAM IN"  It's time we did something about the amount of Spam
in America!  We are all sick and tired of store shelves loaded with cheap
cans of Spam that are taking up space that could contain edible foods.
There are literally millions of excess cans of Spam in stores everywhere.

Know what I found out?  If there was just ONE day when everybody bought
one can of Spam, the entire stock of Spam would be depleted.  It would take
years to restock all the Spam in America.  The so-called Spam cartel
has decided to increase production by some 2 million tins per day in
order to drive all other products from convenience store shelves.

I have decided to see how many Americans we can get to BUY SPAM on one
particular day! Let's have a SPAM IN!  Do not buy any gasoline on
APRIL 30, 1999!!!!!  Instead, go to the gas station mini mart and buy
a can of Spam.

Wanna help?  Send this message to everyone you know. Ask them to do the
same.  All we need is a few million to participate in order to make a

> Subject:      FW: Gas Price Protest!
> Hey it's worth a try, after all, what do we have to lose?
> THE GREAT "GAS OUT" It's time we did something about the price of gasoline
> in  America!  We are all sick and tired of high prices when there are
> literally  millions of gallons in storage.
> Know what I found out?  If there was just ONE day when no one purchased any
> gasoline, prices would drop drastically. The so-called oil cartel has
> decided  to slow production by some 2 million barrels per day to drive up
> the price.
> I have decided to see how many Americans we can get to NOT BUY ANY GASOLINE
> on  one particular day! Let's have a GAS OUT!  Do not buy any gasoline on
> APRIL 30,  1999!!!!! Buy on Thursday before, or Saturday after. Do not buy
> any gasoline on  FRIDAY, APRIL 30, 1999.
> Wanna help?  Send this message to everyone you know. Ask them to do the
> same.  All we need is a few million to participate in order to make a
> difference.

A Taste of the Islands

Boston Globe (7/12/92) columnist Derrick Z. Jackson, typed in by Andrew Rogers
In italics above the headline: Is it food? No, it's Spam and it's the
culinary version of Kryptonite.

    A Taste of the Islands

With all the serious events around us, I almost forgot to tell you about
my Amazing Adventures With Spam. You know Spam. Faster than a squealing
pig. More sodium than bovine salt lick. Able to leap out of cans on a
single bound. Look up on the rack. Is it food? Is it dog food? No, it's

I encountered this culinary version of Kryptonite in a most unexpected
manner. I was on spring vacation in Hawaii. We went to Hamamura Saimin
Stand on Kauai. Saimin is a noodles-in-broth dish. A tour book said of

"Locals have sung the praises of this beloved Kauai institution and
gobbled up its saimin for as long as anybody can remember...you're in
for a great taste treat as well as one of the cheapest mesls on Kauai."

The Saimin was good. Lots of vegetables were mixed in. Then it dawned on
me. What were those strips of pale pink meat with the white spots in
there? I had not let such a sight touch my lips since around the age of
12, when I overdosed on Spam and started frying Oscar Mayer bologna in

I asked the chef to confirm my suspicions. She gave me a wry smile that
said, "So you were expecting prime rib?" She said it was Spam. I thought
I had died and went to politically incorrect hell.

It has nothing to do with religion or being on a macrobiotic diet. I
have certainly eaten - in moderation, of course - other trash meats.
It's just that for a quarter-centruy I could look at Spam on grocery
store shelves, turn up my nose and praise myself for being too cultured
to purchase such a low-class food.

But now the spell was broken. Two days later I stepped into a diner.
There were these delectable looking sushi rolls laid out on the checkout

It did not occur to me that something must be wrong. Normally, sushi and
its cousins are seaweed and sticky rice wrapped around or topped by raw
fish. There was no refrigerator in sight. It was 80 degrees. The rolls
had been lying there for several hours. But they looked sooo good. And
they were sooo cheap. A buck-fifty. Not having a clue what was inside, I
bought one.

My teeth cut through the seaweed and descended through the rice. Then I
hit the core. Spam again!

A few days later, we were at a Hawaiian brunch buffet. Guess what you
could have in scrambled eggs? Guess what appeared in fried rice? It was
not strips of prime rib. By now, we figured there must be a history to
Spam on Hawaii.

Spam was prime meat for soldiers and civilians in Hawaii in World War
II. After the war, Spam remained popular because of the high cost of
fresh meat on the islands. Hawaii is the leading per-capita consumer of
Spam in the US. The Hawaii Spam Cookbook says Spam is "Hawaii's soul

Maili Yardley, a long-time food columnist on Kauai, read to me some of
the recipes out of the Spam cookbook. There were recipes for Spam in
omelettes and in cole slaw, and for roasting it, pig-style, in a
charcoal pit. You can make Spam and beans, Spam and eggplant, Spam and
popping peas, Spam and Spam fried rice, and Spam and Japanese radish
fermented in a syrupy sauce.

There was Spam Quiche. Yardley has eaten it. Even though the combination
of eggs, cheese and Spam sounds like a heart surgeons' delight, Yardley
said, "It's delicious."

There was also Sweet and Sour Tofu and Spam. This must be blasphemous to
the organic brown rice crowd. "We use Spam for everything, even as a
substitute for a tuna fish sandwich," Yardley said. "Have you put Spam
with orange cheese and toast in the broiler? Or with cream sauce and

"You should see the supermarket when Spam is on special," Yardley said.
"Housewives fill up their shopping carts with it."

I left Hawaii before the Spam special. Having had this unexpected
debauch, I am quite ready to go another quarter-century without a single
bite of the stuff. But I dared not say that out loud in Hawaii. When I
discussed Spam with the caretaker of our campground in Kauai, his eyes
lit up.

They were the kind of eyes you would expect for prime rib.

Spam Fried Won Ton

From: Eric Dimalanta (ericd39@mail.idt.net)
My name is Angelo Dimalanta. This is my brother's e-mail. Your home page is great. My mother in law has the Hawaii Spam Cookbook, and it's also fun reading. My in-laws are from the Big Island, and my wife and I were born and raised in Chicago. My parents are from the Philippines. So you can see the natural genetic tendency to ingest large amounts of Spam!! I don't know if it has the recipe for Spam fried won ton, but whether you want it,or not, it's easy.

I found the cookbook at my mother-in-law's place. The cookbook is called Hawaii's Spam Cookbook by Ann Kondo Corum. Copyright 1987. Used with absolutely no permission whatsoever. Her preface does say to pass around these recipes, so I am!!!

At the time, it sold for $7.50 each. I guess you could write to

P O BOX 22388
Mix all ingredients together (except wrappers and oil). Place a generous teaspoon of the mixture on wrapper and seal edges. (A lightly beaten egg white applied with finger to the edges before sealing works well). Deep fry in oil heated to 350 degrees until won ton is golden brown. Drain on paper towels. Serve with mustard-shoyu or your favorite sweet-sour sauce. (Shoyu=soy sauce)


Ask Dr. Science

Dr. Science (Doc@drscience.com)
> Dear Dr. Science,
> I have a hole in my wooden shoe.  How can I repair it?
> Leon Loozen, Leemstede, Holland
Although your ancestors got along fine using earwax to repair holes in wooden shoes, most people nowadays use spam. The portion of the can left over after filling in that hole can be fried for breakfast. Unlike earwax, it doesn't take spam weeks to harden, and it emits a pleasant odor when wet. As you've probably noticed, much of Holland is below sea level and those perpetually leaky dikes made waterproof shoes all the more important. Thanks to the internet, I'm getting a lot more questions from abroad and, let me tell you, it's nice to know that Yankee know-how is prized all over the world.

Ask Dr. Science #2

Dr. Science (Doc@drscience.com)
> Dear Dr. Science,
> What exactly is that clear jelly around Spam?
> LeMatthew C. Bohne from Milan, OH
When Spam reaches a certain phase of development, it sheds its old skin, and grows a new one. This roughly corresponds to the human phase we call "adolescence." Older Spam sometimes suffers from hair loss and wrinkling. This is not to denigrate the integrity or value of the Spam in question. Many people prefer bald, wrinkled Spam, saying it has character. You should always discard the clear jelly before using Spam, although I've found that if I set it aside and wash it with a sodium hydroxide, it makes a dandy floor polish. I tried it on my car, but the next morning I found every cat in my neighborhood licking it and, before the day was done, I had to get a new paint job. Thanks Earl Schweib!

Useless but Interesting Facts

From: (FrauSpam@aol.com)

Kevin "a.k.a. Spamuel Addams a.k.a. Steven Squealberg a.k.a. Jed Spampett" Rollins' comments

From: Kevin Rollins (unclekevin@yahoo.com)
While strolling thru the web one day, I happened on your spam page. I found it humorous to the point of amazement. We here in Austin are also fond of that pink & potted porcine product...

As a matter of fact we are celebrating the 20th annual SPAMARAMA here on march 28th. I am proud to say that I have retained the title of {WORST OF TASTE} since 1994 This is considered by many to be the most coveted award of the entire festival. If chances happen that you find yourself in Texas at this time of year, you owe it to yourself to attend, then you too can sample some of my famous dishes such as SPAMALAMADINGDONGS the cream filled chocolate covered dessert cake. Or SPAMUEL ADDAMS AUSTIN HOGGER a Somewhat Pig-quliar Amber Malt. Or Jurasick Pork Parts Too (don't ask).

This years entry will be VITTLES ala Squellbillies complete with an acting troupe and a whole meal featuring spam or Spam byproducts in every course. If you can't make it write and I'll send you details of this years results. So long for now (and don't believe them when they say Austin is in Minnesota).

Kevin the horrible

p.s. Watch out for Spamthrax in your general direction

Dave "Black Pudding" Skelton's comments

From: Dave Skelton (103311.407@compuserve.com)
Just accessed your homepage through a link. I roared with laughter at your spamtastic page!!! I would like to point out that SPAM IS the food of the future!! Lovely, delicious, tasty SPAM in a can!! Entrails of delight, a globular cluster, gelatinous mass of delight. Oh SPAM, I worship you from the Altar of Processed Meats. There is and can only be one SPAM.

Dave "Black Pudding-its a tube of blood & fat" Skelton.

May the SPAM be with you, Obi-Spam Kenobi!

(and another sent to me on 96-07-18)

Out of interest, I was in a deli the other day and whilst browsing through the products, a battalion of Spam tins jumped out at me from the shelves. The tasteful cheap labelling on the tins with loud garish colors gets those consumers every time.

SPAM- That wonderful product that originates in the fields of Argentina and ends up on plates the world over. Let us praise the Gods of Processed Meats - Sausage, Burger, Pie, Frankfurter, Black Pudding, Kabanos and of course the Almighty Spam. Worshipped since ancient times and now made in their own image.

Laura Shilling's comments

From: Laura Shilling (lashilli@mtu.edu)
Your Spam page is great! Brings back memories of the four basic food groups, Spam, Pez, Kool-aid, and Cheez-Whiz. Don't forget about TREET, either-Spam for the economically disadvantaged. (you know times are hard, when you have to buy generic Spam). Maybe that should be the theme for the 96 election: Spam in every cupboard, with a constitutional amendment for Spam in the schools, and no Spam burning. Oh well, guess I should be going...Again, thanks for the great page!


Elaine Greenberg's comments

From: Elaine Greenberg (markg@txdirect.net)
your page kicks!!! never have i seen a page that brings together everything that IS spam in one, nice, tasty package. in fact, some might even liken it to spam- a nice, gelly, layer on top, then, as you burrow deeper, you get into the real meat of the stuff- the best part. then, finally, a scraping of the tongue throughout the spam can, to digest every tasty morsel. well, perhaps your page isn't JUST like a can o' spam, but hey, it sounded nice. ah, well, thanks for makin such a cool spam page!!!


Kirk Hughes's comments

From: Kirk Hughes (zeke@junction.net)
I work for the Forest Service in B.C. and at one time was heavily involved in fire fighting. Once a year the provincial crews would get together for a fire fighting "olympics". A lot of strenuos stuff but also a little fun event where you had to prepare a meal with some basic rations. Of course Spam was one of the basics. We took our spam, cut it into little fish shapes, fried it up and voila:


Took first place for that dish.

Fredrick Luiszer's comments

From: Fredrick Luiszer (Fredrick.Luiszer@Colorado.EDU)
Many years ago, when I was an undergraduate, I lived with several vegetarians, who loved to give me a bad time for eating dead animals. As a joke they put a recipe for Spamsicles on the refrigerator door. The recipe was from an article that a local food critic had written to commemorate one of the anniversaries of Spam. He had used a standard recipe for making Popsicles and just added Spam to it. About a year later one of my roommates was trying to raise money for a local youth center. They were having a dessert contest, where you paid money to enter your dessert and people paid money to attend the contest. Apparently, it was quite successful. My roommate couldn't enter the contest himself, because he worked for the youth center, so he made and entered the Spamsicles in my name. If I remember correctly they were made of a ghastly concoction of limejuice, sugar and pureed Spam and then frozen with a Popsicle stick. I never did taste the horrible little things. The judges of the contest included several local dignitaries and the very same food critic who was the creator of the Spamsicle. He confessed to my friend that the recipe was just a joke and that he never figured anyone would actually make the horrible little things. And now, what must have been like a bad nightmare, he was forced to eat his unholy creation. He even took great glee at getting the other judges to try them without telling them what they were. The Spamsicles tasted so bad that the judges awarded them a special Worst of Show.

Dr. Fred Luiszer
Boulder, Colorado

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