Apparently Spam was a constant in the army rations during WW2. As a result, my father hated it. Once in a while my mom would serve it anyway. She would slice it, brown it in a frying pan and then make a "sort of" barbecue sauce from
Catsup, brown sugar and a little mustard, cook the slices in the sauce and serve. My husband had never had Spam but loves it this way. This was one of our frequent foods when we were in graduate school in Berkeley. We lived in married student housing with 11 other couples. On Saturdays, we would all bring what food we had left together, and make
tacos. Some pretty strange combinations. "survival food" might be another fun topic on this board.