I can't remember the last time I've eaten spam -- the canned meat that I sold as a clerk in a grocery store during my high school/early college years for 5 cans per $1. Two decades? Three decades. I can't remember whether I have eaten spam since I moved to the Inland Northwest 38 years ago. My mom used to prepare a meal for eight during my formative years by pouring out 303 cans of pork and beans, slicing spam on top and then slicing pineapple on top of that. Spam was one of my staples during my college years. Spam, top ramen and an all-you-can-eat Smorgy in my college town of Chico, Calif. (Yeah, I got there way before Toby Schindelbeck.) Now, onward. I had my first taste of spam in who knows when last Wednesday at a potluck for my Bible study group. A friend who once wardened a prison in Hawaii brought the treat -- spam wrapped in rice and then wrapped in seaweed to make a roll. I downed one. Maybe two. Not bad. But not enough for me to break out a can of spam to try to duplicate the feat. How about you?

Question: How often do you eat spam?

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