When I was young we were sort of poor. Spam was cheap so we were exposed to it often. My mom would mix it with velveta cheese, put some between a hamburger bun and toast it in the broiler. I kiddingly called them "Spam Bams" for the way I purported that they hit your stomach. I hate spam, always did, always will. My mom did the best she could with what little she had to work with. I forgive her.