I think if I'd had to eat my mother's fried spam rolled in cornmeal a few more times, I'd have used the holy hand grenade of Antioch on myself and been pushing up the daisies as an ex-freeper. The only reason I'd be sitting in my computer chair right now is that my feet'd be nailed to it.
Some people say the term spam goes back to the days of Torquemada, when the spaniards made a dish of spiced pork and ham, but nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition explanation. The three things used to make spam are Spice, Pork, Ham & Gelatin...Wait, the four things used to make spam are Spice, Pork, Ham, Gelatin & an unerring devotion to the Pope...Wait, the five things....
At least your mother rolled it in cornmeal and fried it. I had to eat it with my lump of dried poison that my 149 brothers and sisters and I had for breakfast in our shoebox in the middle of the road, right before we had to lick the road clean and go to work for 29 hours a day down mill.