I think I just saved my son Bobby from the curse of life in a bubble!
     When I found out the only thing he knew of Spam was junk email, I knew I had a mission. How could he not know about the Monty Python skit? Worse yet, how could he not be aware of the classic meat in a can?
     There’s a running joke with my college friends, that you must live in a bubble if you’ve never heard of Spam before (like my friend Betty). Spam was a staple on the pantry shelves of blue collar families from my generation. But alas, the fine art of cooking spam and eggs on Saturday morning, or perhaps spam and rice dinner on Sundays after church, has been lost on this generation!
     I just couldn’t let my son live a life of ignorance any longer. So off to Market Basket I went, completely mortified to have the can in my cart (the things you do for your kids). Today after school, he gently pulled the key and peeled back the cover only to be instantly horrified.  I could smell the fine odour from the next room.
     And I now realize I’ve been wrong all these years.  I don’t think I ever did have Spam before, because I’d remember that stink! Smells like cat food – and looks like it too. Ingredients say pork with ham.  Huh? I think the contents of this can must be the pig equivalent of pink slime.
     There is no way any of my kids would go near it, never mind have it for dinner. Jack actually shivered when he saw it!
     Betty, be glad, be very very glad that you’ve never had Spam before!