Well, it's official: Squishy likes Spam. We got some Spam BBQ Flavored at the store the other day, but I didn't decide to open it until yesterday. Upon opening the veritable Western delicacy, I unwittingly unleashed a floodgate of culinary perfection the likes of which are unparalleled in the modern palette.



Truth be told, I was actually disappointed at first, but it kinda grows on ya. She, however, liked it right off the bat, and ate two servings of it at one sitting. She calls it "meat", although I'm not sure how accurate that really is. On the flip side, I'm the one who likes Pedialyte Freezer Pops, while she doesn't particularly care for them.