SPAM. A lot.

My family has a love affair with SPAM. There isn’t a single memory of a childhood meal that does not somehow involve it. No occasion was too casual — or too fancy — for a slab of that porky goodness. I remember popping open my vinyl Care Bear lunchbox to find room-temperature SPAM in between two slices of wilting white bread…

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There should be free school lunch for every kid

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Three Wise women talk being female in foodservice

One could reasonably describe my family as two things: matriarchal and food people. And by food people, I don’t mean, “OMG, my family are such foodies! My sister makes a mean quiche Lorraine…”