I used to spend some time in a bar called "Nearly Normal" Have and ordinary day was the motto. My brother is a Spam connoisseur. When we go camping he brings a couple of cans and just pulls the lid off one at breakfast time and sets it in the fire to let it cook. The slime the stuff is packed in cooks down to form kind of a glaze. Not bad for mystery meat. I mean, no one knows what Spam really is after all.

My favorite dish when I was a kid was when my Mom would slice a hot dog in half, stuff a strip of Velveeta cheese (the father of Cheese Whiz) inside, wrap bacon around it and broil the whole mess. I have NO idea how I lived past 30. Probably all those Twinkies acting as preservatives.