"SPAM-my"...

Today we took Uncle Andy (aka Don Andrew aka Sammy's Godfather), Aunt Diane, and Sammy to the SPAM Museum in Austin, Minnesota. In the end...we weren't able to reach a conclusion on what SPAM really is (or perhaps we were afraid to find out)...but we sure saw that there is an awful lot of history (and aftertaste) to SPAM. When a canned "meat" product has such a long shelf life, you have to wonder.

Here are some photos from the trip...

At the SPAM Museum...
Uncle Andy, Aunt Diane, Sammy, and Michele...

How many cans of SPAM is too many?
...some say just one...
...the "wall" of SPAM at the museum...

Octopus-boy Sammy pushes a button...
...which somehow cut-off the audio to the SPAM video we were watching...

Making two mistakes...
(1) Sammy accepts food from a stranger
and
(2) Sammy eats SPAM

Aunt Diane and Uncle Andy try to figure out...
...just what *is* SPAM?

SPAM cans through the ages...
...Paul really misses the ones with the pull-keys and sharp edges...

Octopus-boy Sammy climbs on the display...
...and puts his hands on *everything*...

Sammy the meat packer...

Aunt Diane ensures Uncle Andy has proper protective head gear...

Uncle Andy shows the proper canning technique for SPAM...

Uncle Andy coaches Aunt Diane on how to handle a pressure situation...

Sammy learns the value of hard work...
...we hope...

A public service announcement...
...how to read a SPAM can...

Aunt Diane and Uncle Andy test their SPAM knowledge...

There is such a thing as too much SPAM...and Sammy has had enough...