We had Spam spread. Mom would grind the spam, not real fine, add mayo and sweet pickle relish. I still make it to this day. Love the stuff.
And then there were FISHSTICKS....You couldn't disquise....oh man, I'm gagging just thinking about having to eat those every Friday night...straight from the oven, no less. YUK !!!!!!!!! There was something incredibly wrong with eating those when you lived on the rockbound coast of Maine. Ya know?