The Spam Museum (EZ-on, EZ-off: I-90)Hormel's Spam Museum in Austin, MN, has no admission charge, which frees up some coin to buy Spam-related products as one exits the building through the gift shop. Unfortunately, only the gift store was open when Dell and I showed up this morning, but we took in the wares with much amusement. Furthermore, the very nice lady working the counter absorbed our [my] excitement about Spam collectibles with equanimity.
In my opinion, Spam represents the intersection of Midwestern lard-based culinary values and of pioneer pride in not wasting anything, such as pig lips, ears or tails (in modern times, this thriftiness is usually expressed thusly: 'You're not going to throw that away, are you? The fryolater's still hot!'). I mean, our Oregon-trail bound forefathers whittled the moldy bits off lumps of hardtack to poultice sores and then fed the rest to the kids without sores*. Germ theory? Pshaw.
I am pretty sure our forefathers would love Spam, as it is (relatively) delicious and calorie-rich. Think of the immense energy it would provide to yoke the oxen and to drive the conestoga wagon across the Black Hills of South Dakota! Gosh, can you imagine? Having spent the last, oh, eight hours absorbing the landscape, that sounds pretty bleak. A Spamburger might just make everything all right.
*I'm pretty full of it right here
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