Table for One
The Lonely Legacy of Spam
Once seemingly alone in their love for the canned meat product, many Asian Americans today are finding comfort in each other’s shared histories.
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Effie
January 2, 2024
I appreciate Eric’s post on Instagram. I recall reading and enjoying this article when first published. I’m heartbroken to hear of Eric’s experience at F52. As a person of color, I’ll have to rethink my support of this site.
ssk
January 2, 2024
I didn’t grow up eating Spam but when my very best friend, who is Filipina, introduced me to spamsilog… my life was forever changed! Not to mention, our journey to a rural Californian grocery store to get the ingredients entailed a lot of what Eric writes about here (namely, the white cashier asking “why in the world we would eat the stuff”). I myself grew up white in the Midwest of America and racism in conversation / beliefs about food is a topic that I find so important and grateful to continually learn about. Thank you for writing this, Eric.
Dawn R.
July 29, 2021
I love Spam! I have been eating it all my life. I love the expansion into new flavors. Hot n Spicy is my favorite.
Ironwood C.
January 3, 2021
Fun fact: on the Hormel Foods (maker of SPAM) website, there is a letter from Chairman Khrushchev to the company thanking it for SPAM saving the Soviet troops during the siege of Leningrad.
chanks
January 2, 2021
I was raised in a small mid-Missouri town in the 1950's and 60's where the culture was mostly German and Irish. Spam rated right up there with ham hocks & beans, neck bone & sauerkraut and pan-fried chicken. Who remembers cutting your finger on the sharp edges of the can that could only be opened with the little key that was attached to each can? I still love Spam and am thankful for the single serve packets available now. They're perfect!
HalfPint
December 29, 2020
SAVED. Not just for the excellent article but the incredible stories and recipes (!) in the comments. Thank you, Eric, and Happy Holidays!
Donovan D.
December 28, 2020
I admit it is not like eating a Porterhouse steak, but SPAM is in a class all by itself. Nothing can compare to it. YES, I am a a SPAM connoisseur.
Ruth
December 28, 2020
Post WWII, my dad was overseas and my mom would cook Spam often. Along with SOS and Mrs. Grass's Noodle Soup, Spam makes me nostalgic about those days in wintry Chicago as a toddler. I didn't know it also brings happy memories for other cultures and backgrounds; this article makes me feel close to more of humanity so thank you!
Beanwean
December 28, 2020
My husband's culture gave him Spamsilog, mine gave me fried Spam, canned biscuits, and syrup. Either way, we love our Spam, and don't care who knows it!
Nancy
December 28, 2020
Great story! I'm a NYC jew and the oldest of 5 kids. Spam was a staple in our low income household. I don't remember eating it as I got older though. My husband is an immigrant from South America and Spam was something he loved eating on sandwiches and a snack. It's still a favorite treat in our house and reading about how it's used in actual meals with rice and such, is eye opening and something I need to try soon!
mshesseinsd
December 27, 2020
As Covid-19 shutdowns started in March, I made my way to the grocery store across the street and managed to score the last two cans of hot and spicy Spam. A few days later, my sister asked if I had any requests as she geared up for a trip to Costco and a case of Spam was on my list. We split that case and then I had her pick up a second case just for me a couple months later. Based on what’s still left in the cupboard, I estimate we’ve eaten nine cans of Spam this year, almost double the amount I’ve allowed myself to eat out of fear of stigma in the past decade, reserving such indulgences for ‘cool’ musubi at food events or restaurants. Mostly, I thinly slice and pan fry and serve with white jasmine rice, freezer peas, sheets of roasted seaweed, and kimchee. We also tried a spam sandwich with pickles for the first time, which was satisfying, but not the same in terms of comfort food. Moral of my Spam story, when it seemed like the world as we knew it was ending, having a stockpile of Spam on hand somehow felt essential but now I appreciate it as cultural intuition.
Aditi J.
December 27, 2020
This really resonated with me! I grew up in the U.K, my mum is from India and my dad is from Hong Kong. One of our happiest food memories was being on holiday in Italy and he cooked us Spam fried rice (I'm sure Italians will be horrified), but it instantly tasted like home. It has a big stigma here in Britain as well and is always thought of as gross but it reminds me of my dad's amazing cooking.
linhtnguyen
December 27, 2020
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, and now have an insatiable craving for Spam (although it's currently 2 AM and I'm already in bed). Spam for me is definitely nostalgic, I remember watching my mom fry up slices of it alongside eggs for breakfast/lunch/dinner with rice and soy sauce, or cubing it and tossing it into fried rice. But the most nostalgic thing about Spam for me from my middle school years up to early adulthood was sneaking a can out of the pantry in the middle of the night, cubing up the meat, not even frying or heating it, and just dunking the cubes in a mayo/ketchup mixture. My late night snack that I would eat whenever I was up late studying, when there was nothing else to really eat, and I didn't want to wake anyone up by making a ton of noise in the kitchen. My boyfriend and his family relate to Spam in a completely different way (I'm a first generation Vietnamese American, naturalized citizen after coming to this country as a refugee, and he is a born and bred American from small town PA). His mom refuses to eat it, saying it reminds her of her difficult childhood growing up. My boyfriend himself had a lot of misconceptions about it too, growing up with the idea that it was 'unnatural shelf-stable mystery meat' without ever actually consuming it. It took quite some time before I could convince him to eat it, but after seeing Spam musubi online, my boyfriend finally tasted it for the first time in his life last year. He's no longer averse to the idea of eating it, although he still makes fun of me for being so enthusiastic about it. As for his mom, I made some Spam fried rice a la my mom with frozen peas and corn one day while she was over at our home helping out with renovations, and she actually ate two full bowls of it (and said it was delicious!). I am not ashamed of my love for Spam, and I will continue to eat it with appreciation for my mom, who escaped her home country after the war, traveled through jungles while in constant fear of being discovered, and even had a child while living in a refugee camp in Thailand (me!) before being able to enter the United States, earn an associate's degree, get her citizenship, and achieve her own American dream.
430575ah
December 23, 2020
When I was a kid we had SPAM dipped in batter and deep-fried. Aaah, manna from heaven. And what's wrong with the gelatine anyway? we used to spread it on toast and the best-behaved child got it as a reward.
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Jeffro
December 23, 2020
When my dad took me fishing he always made his special fishing sandwiches. They were fried spam, pickle slices, onion, and mayonnaise. I liked them but they and the motion of the boat didn't. I discovered musubi a few years back and get occasional cravings for them. In my family it is known as "Specially Processed Animal Matter".
DLanthrum
December 23, 2020
Growing up in the 50's, my dad ran a meat market and grocery store. At the time, many, probably most processors, had their own brand. I think dad sold Spam, but our GO-TO was by Rath Packing Co. (Rath-Blackhawk hams, bacon, that was their "label" brand). Their canned "Spam-type" was, I believe simply called "Rath Canned Luncheon Meat". It was often a breakfast or lunch staple, as well as Fried Bologna. STILL love it!
Leks B.
December 22, 2020
The Caribbean and Latin America are also big lovers of Spam I love it, however I cannot get my wife or my daughter to eat it. I imagine it's because they have never been hungry.
Yobochef
December 22, 2020
Born and raised in Hawaii. Spam is a way of life. Spam, eggs and rice, of course. Musubi, saimin, fried rice, were spam ingredient staples for me. I get that about spam being a one person meal type ritual.. I portion out a can of spam, getting 6 ( I like them on the thick side so when you fry them hard, it’s juicy on the inside and crispy, black on the outside) and wrap them individually in plastic wrap, put in a baggie and freeze.. ten minute thaw time for a quick breakfast, soup, musubi.. oh.. it doesn’t have to be with rice. 😂 “spiced ham” SPAM. Integral part of a “locals” life.
Yobochef
December 22, 2020
Born and raised in Hawaii. Spam is a way of life. Spam, eggs and rice, of course. Musubi, saimin, fried rice, were spam ingredient staples for me. I get that about spam being a one person meal type ritual.. I portion out a can of spam, getting 6 ( I like them on the thick side so when you fry them hard, it’s juicy on the inside and crispy, black on the outside) and wrap them individually in plastic wrap, put in a baggie and freeze.. ten minute thaw time for a quick breakfast, soup, musubi.. oh.. it doesn’t have to be with rice. 😂
Steve
December 21, 2020
I grew up in Austin, MN and my dad worked for Hormel Foods for 44 years. My great grandfather was one of the first employees hired by George A, Hormel. My dad worked in the Mechanical Division and one of his main duties was the repair and maintenance of the Spam machines. He loved his job and his company. Although he had retired by the time of the bad strike, the whole affair destroyed his feelings and commitment to this formerly paternalistic company. He never lost he love off Austin.
I am still proud to say I grew up in Spamtown.
I am still proud to say I grew up in Spamtown.
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