TaMara accepted a challenge the other day: “Betcha can’t make Spam into something good! Neener neener neener!”
I, as her champion, picked up the thrown gauntlet and then spiked it into the end zone and did a recipe dance that had the local bees envious of my wiggle. (I have a stand machine from Kitchen-Aid so mixing metaphors is not as hard as it looks.)I fortified myself with a hearty breakfast of Spam hash with fresh chilies and topped that with an egg. The challengers try to look like they are not impressed. HehI whip up some Spam sliders. Mmm… three bites of heavenly grilled Spam with cheddar and fixin’s. Yeah and those rash boys are nervously eying each other. I spot one licking his lips all sly and furtive.I’m just getting warmed up now. Take that! A grilled Spam Reben – my home made sauerkraut with Swiss and thousand island dressing. They reel! In for the kill now, no mercy! But wait! With a grin and a wink I pass more recipes to my Fair Lady. She will deliver the coup de gras. Stay tuned for the final beat down, coming to this blog Thursday. Thursday! When the big dogs run!