The grocery store in my building has a wicker basket full of a ready to eat oddity. For months and months I have looked upon this food with a healthy dose of snobby disdain. I mean, who the heck eats Spam?
How the hell does Spam end up in a Vietnamese food store anyhow? Is there no filter against incoming Spam? Fortunately, I have gone entire life without ever tasting the crap. I guess my mom did a pretty good job shielding us from this sort of food nonsense and somewhere along the line must have warned us about its dangers.
So yes, I bought one of these sickly looking treats against my better judgment. I just want to show the world that even to Vietnam, we export our very own home-grown American culinary greatness.
The pretty little seaweed wrap sure does elevate this to unheard of levels of fine dining, doesn’t it? It looked vaguely like a supersized version of a Japanese delicacy yet without the perfect slice of raw salmon or grilled eel. I thought to myself maybe it won’t be so bad as I bit into the spongy “meat” product, egg and rice. I do not even want to know what part of the leftover pig is mashed up before being injection molded into an unnaturally shaped block infused to new heights with salt.
I tried it. It tasted like a hot dog that has fermented in the ocean for a week. I spit out. At least my curiosity has finally been satisfied.