Oh you poor souls uncultured tastes. SPAM gooooood! The world, in trying to convince you otherwise, has dealt you a culinary blow of Olympian proportians.
Slice it thin, fry it up, and serve with eggs and coffee while sitting in front of the campfire on a crisp morning high in the mountains. The sound of a crashing stream nearby, the hint of pine in the air, and a plate full of SPAM and eggs to kick off your day.
For everything else ... well ... if you can ham it, SPAM it!
Brad