I never liked SPAM and I think it was the smell more than the taste that turned me off at an early age. My father on the other hand, absolutely loved it.
And so, one Thanksgiving at my father's house, he asked me to come help him in the kitchen. He told me that the turkey needed to come out of the oven and that it was so glorious a bird, enormous and weighted down with stuffing and all the accoutrements, that he had to have help just to get it to the table.
I was excited to help.
He opened up the oven door, and the smell of SPAM hit me full on like a freight train. There in the oven was a perfectly sculpted turkey made entirely of SPAM.
It was both hilarious, and completely sickening.