Oh you are a much better woman than me!My husband loves liver, and I love my husband, but if he wants it he has to cook it himself-I just can't do it!

Another fried Spam lover here. And I can totally relate to the ham & biscuits.

Oh, biscuits and ham. Biscuits and sausage for breakfast. Left-over biscuits toasted with butter for the next morning's breakfast. My biscuits with Mommy's fried chicken. Oh, heaven.

But I wouldn't do chitterlings on a bet.

Another East Coast thing (that as a life-long resident I've never been able to eat) is Scrapple. Basically ground up left over pig parts and cornmeal. Also fried and eaten for breakfast with maple syrup.

I'm going to side with your husband on this one. As a southerner, I have a fondness for chitlins (as we call them) and if you ever have them prepared the right way it is a delight. My mom is hispanic and after they have been fried she stews them with onions and jalepenos and tomatoes--delicious!

Here in the frozen north, people usually have what DH’s family refers to as “cannibal burgers” at parties. Some may know it as steak tartare, but this is far too white-trash to be called that. Plate of raw ground beef, plate of sliced onion, and cocktail rye bread. In this family, it’s usually aunt-in-law that brings this delicious treat, and she uses the cheapest, reduced for quick sale, meat she can lay her hands on, and no Vidalia or Walla Walla onions, either-pungent, strong, make your eyes water globes of nastiness that even my onion loving husband usually goes light on after he was once able to SMELL HIMSELF after eating them. To top it off, this platter of delicious food poisoning is usually left out, uncovered and uncooled, for several hours during a party. I have told the hubby that if he wants some, he needs to get it at the beginning of the party, before the E. Coli sets in.

ROTFL!

I'm originally from Kentucky. My mom also fried sliced canned pineapple, it went on top of the crispy fried Spam, under the melted Velveeta...

We made it for Girl Scout cookouts too, on those funny little camp stoves we made by coiling corregated cardboard in empty tuna cans and filling with parafin. Ahhh...memories....

Oh YUMMY! I loved fried spam, but I would eat it on saltine crackers. Sometimes on white bread, but my favorite was saltines.

I also loved fried bologna sandwiches.

Think of the amount of salt I ate as a kid! My blood pressure is rising just thinking about it.

I'm about as southern as you can get,but Spam and Chittlins' will never pass these lips.Ewww.I'm so glad my husbanddoesn't like either,'cause evidently my love does know bounds.

Here in Hawaii, Spam is a staple. I've never had it, fried or otherwise, and have no plans to try.

The Diva's friends convinced her to try Spam Musabi this weekend - fried Spam on rice, wrapped in seaweed. They bought it at 7-11, BTW. (Is there meat in Spam, I wonder?) She said it was disgusting.

The Husband eats pork spam, and I have on occasion. But he doesn't like turkey spam. Go figure!

I love you! You always make me laugh! Write a book please.

Ah--Cheryl grew up with fried bologna sandwitches, too! A southern Applachian thing there.

I grew up with fried spam, but never much cared for it, but the bologna--that is good.

Chitlin's--well, I do have a chitlin's story, which I will have to tell on my blog sometime.

that is love. deep and abiding and self sacrificing and definitely beyond my abilities. heh heh

Never had fried Spam, which is strange considering where I'm from. I think I could handle making it, though.

Chitlins, on the other hand, just might be grounds for divorce in this house. There's only so much I can handle.

I admire your selfless love and devotion. ;)

My Dad loved Shad Roe. It's a European delicacy. My Mom offered to make it for him once and the smell of it frying was so powerful that to this day the word "shad" makes me want to toss my cookies.

Ironically, "Shad" was also the name of the first boy I kissed. Oh dear.

Don't miss this website with poems about SPAM. Only slightly less offensive to some of us, than eating it...
http://www.kbeamer.com/spam_haiku.html

Here's a sample;
Silent, former pig
one communal awareness
myriad pink bricks

What is it with men and pig parts? I came home from our trip and found Spam and pork rinds in my pantry.