It’s flavourful as hell: welcome to Hawaiis annual Spam festival

In Britain its a laughter. In Hawaii its a goody. Why does the luncheon meat have such a worship following?

Not even the drizzle can dissuade the crowds unspooling along Hawaiis Waikiki Beach. As late April rains fall upon Kalakaua Avenue, the roads are rowed three-deep with sunburned sightseers, surfer bros and silver-haired pensioners. Their colourful T-shirts, flower wreaths and fancy dress clothings are immersed by rain, but eagerly they wait. Unexpectedly, a chorus of minuscule ukuleles starts to play. The procession begins. Are they waiting to pay homage to a seeing dignitary or religious leader? No. Theyre here to celebrate Hawaiis favourite food: the immortal luncheon meat called Spam.

I join snaking queues for apparently endless menu stalls, each saucer more ridiculous than the last: Spam pizza, Spam fried rice, Spam crackers, Spam pho, deep-fried mac and cheese pierces( with Spam) and, of course, Spam fritters. I spot some Spam-infused macadamia seeds, and a slab of grilled Spam atop sticky rice, doused in soy and tie with seaweed: Spam sushi. Theres even Spam dipped in chocolate.

Serious Spam love are focused on buying up rare aromas such as Spam Mezclita, Spam Tocino and Spam Portuguese Sausage. Others snap selfies beneath a monstrous arch of Spam cans, or gawp at a catamaran festooned with Spam tins. Children try their fluke at the Spam wheel of fortune, hoping to take home a branded T-shirt or headphones. I stumble into a king-sized Spam can made of foam, with human limbs and legs sticking out. Inside is Honolulu Foodbank employee John Valdez. What would Hawaii be without Spam? he exclaims through the costume. It would be tolerating!

Welcome to Spam Jam, the most significant gathering of tinned pork admirers on Earth. Today, I am one of 20, 000 followers at the 15 th annual occurrence. The occupants of Americas 50 th position chew more Spam per capita than anywhere on ground, with Hawaiian steak are available on five-star restaurant menus and at McDonalds. Last year, 8m cans were sold now and thats precisely the regular-sized ones , not counting Spam Singles, Spam Spread or smaller tins. But its not only Hawaii that adores Spam: in time for Spams 80 th birthday on 5 July, world-wide can marketings exceeded 8bn.


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Cans of Spam on display at the Spam Jam.
Photograph: Marco Garcia for the Guardian

In Britain, Spam is scoffed as fish enticement, furniture glos or gun grease; there have long been rumours that it contains animals cheeks, snouts, trotters and tush. In point, it registers simply a half-dozen parts: pork with ham( Two cuts of the pig. One perfectly tender and juicy spice ), irrigate, salt, sugar, potato starch and sodium nitrite. Spams producers are keen to point out that theres no obscured scrapings or useless bits of pork, and that its all from the shoulder or backside. In information, at 90% pork, Spam rivals some comfort sausages. Yet in the UK its honour is up there with Turkey Twizzlers, while its high-pitched salt and fat material make it the type of processed food we now evade for our health. If Spam is known in Britain as a culinary punchline, why is it so popular across the Atlantic?

In Austin, Minnesota, person 24,716, all superhighways lead to Spam. Spamtown USA, as it is sometimes known, is a cutesy, model form of a town, all straight lines and artificial lakes. It was here in 1891 that George A Hormel founded a family meatpacking house that they are able to one day become a Fortune 500 linchpin, exerting one in six of Austins dwellers. Hormels got his feet sticking out the window again, schoolchildren used to say, when the porky odour moved out mill doors.

Georges son, Jay Hormel, was a born opportunistic: as a child, hed pay two cents for housewives unsolicited sag grease, then hawk it to his fathers soap-making divisionfor twice the expenditure. In 1929, he attained George as chairman and soon came up with a room to make use of rarely murderer pork shoulder meat. He changed a Napoleonic food maintenance technique, supplementing salt and sodium nitrite to keep it pink and fend off botulism, and at the same season procreating it indefinitely palatable. By 1942, Hormel Foods was selling $120 m- worth of Spam a year.


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Anne and Mark I Love Spam Benson are in municipality to wed at the regional Spam museum. Photograph: Marco Garcia for the Guardian

Hormel-owned designs still predominate Austins skyline. Theres the stinky embed, wheeling bureau blockings and the Hormel Institute, a biomedical investigate core. The apex of the citys microscopic tourism industry is a newly refurbished Spam museum, an Ikea-coloured go vessel of social, military and pop culture record. With Spam print beanbags, touch-sensitive screens and a jungle gym, the museum is aimed at the meat sweethearts of tomorrow, but when I visit it is also packed with elderly regionals and Mormon missionaries. Inside, a bespectacled tour guide notes everything Spamazing, including a production line of cans that whizz overhead like Scalextric.

It is the meat that won the war, my guide cheerily informs me. During world war two, affiliated soldiers spent 68,000 tonnes of Spam, but Jay Hormel was devastated by the hate forward he received. The communication parties use! he told the New Yorker in 1945. If they judge Spam is abominable, they ought to have dined the bully beef we had in the last war. Hormel died in 1954, before President Eisenhower mailed a character with a personal mercy. I ate my share of Spam Ill even admitted to a few unfeeling remarks about it, he wrote, on the houses 75 th commemoration in business. But as onetime commander-in-chief, I guess I can still officially forgive you your only blasphemy: communicating us so much of it.


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Spam couture.
Photograph: Marco Garcia for the Guardian

Today, the Spam museum is hosting its first nuptial. Tying the braid are an eccentric British pair, Anne Mousley, 33, and Mark Benson, 42. A smiley care worker from Liverpool, Benson recently changed his middle epithet by deed canvas to I Love Spam.His grandfather use in Liverpools Spam factory after the fight. No accolade for guessing the marry buffet. Its like nothing else, adds Benson of his favourite meat, which he dines at the least twice a week. Bit of a bacon flavor, fragment of a porky spice. Its absolutely distinct. Spam aficionados of such calibre are uncommon, although I do learn of one Nebraskan man who in 2007 existed a 30 -day Spam-only dining challenge.

Meanwhile, in South Korea, second to America for Spam consumption, advantages are booming. During the lunar new year, Spam is given as a gift, and budae jjigae, a Spam-infused legion mixture from world war two, stands popular.

I learn that island provinces such as Guam and Micronesia view Spam as a life-saver. During extreme condition, Spams limitless shelf life reaches it a Pacific Islanders best friend. Later, I speak to a wild-haired Spam celebrity in rural areas in Alaska, known as Mr Whitekeys. For 26 years, he led a Spam-themed bar, complete with frequent Spammer posters buy 10 meals, get one free. If you want meat, you gotta have Spam, he announces via Skype. Why? You cant get fresh supplies in vast quantities, and half the time you dont have refrigeration.

Back in sunny Hawaii, breakfast beers are noisily threw on a plastic folding table. Three miles from Waikiki Beach, I am mingling with professional cooks at the esteemed Kakaako farmers marketplace, surrounded by organic produce and artisanal pasta. Keen to know what islanders certainly think about Spam, I talk to chef Mark Gooch Noguchi, 43, who runs the Pili Group, a culinary progress located around healthful, sustainable menu. The opposite, one would assume, of Spam.


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Spam-based bowls on display at Spam Jam 2017. Photograph: Marco Garcia for the Guardian

But I affection, desire, cherish Spam, Noguchi tells me, unprompted, between swigs of brew, dressed in shorts, flip-flops and a roaring flowery shirt. We grew up on it, he interprets, overtaking me a pan-fresh beef taco. I retain when I was cooking in New York, other chefs would mockery with me, like, Ha, you guys eat Spam, he alleges. But our parents had gone through world war two. The large-hearted gag among neighbourhood parties is that if you inspect your grandparents and look downstairs, theres six cases of bathroom tissue, four cases of newspaper towels and three cases of Spam. In Hawaii, Spam is the cement that alliances its countless cultures from Japanese, Filipino and Hawaiian native, through to mainland United States. Noguchi proudly boasts that neighbourhoods can tell Spam from its canned-pork opponents Tulip and Treet. Elsewhere, Spam is slowly being appropriated by hipster culture, just like scotch eggs and avocado before it. Its both an extravagance of nostalgia and two paws up to eating clean. In Londons Soho, Jinjuu eatery makes a Spamarita concoction, mixing Spam-infused Ocho tequila with mezcal, pineapple, citrus, mandarin orange and agave nectar. And Saint Marc, an upscale eatery in Huntington Beach, California, has a hidden Spam speakeasy known as the Blind Pig.


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Flipping Spam burgers. Image: Marco Garcia for the Guardian

Its venerated, gentleman, remarks Nina Pullella, 36, a cook I assemble at Kakaako market. I think its the challenge of taking a can off the rack this strange nutrient from world war two and doing something fantastic. Pullella is a vegan, from New Jersey via Italy, more she still exudes adoration for Spam as an ingredient( Its flavourful as blaze, right ?). After 3 hour at world markets, I find simply person or persons down on Spam. And she wont talk on chronicle. Are you kidding? Ill have the whole island on my back, she whispers.

Night falls on Waikiki Beach. As the raindrops evaporate, a female rock-and-roll circle aloud researches the suspension of a flatbed place. There is a snaking queue for OnoPops, an ice-cream company that flogs a Spam-based popsicle. Its a heartstrings occasion, illustrates proprietor Josh Lanthier-Welch, 46, a sturdy humankind with a goatee. Though a Spam devotee, he warns of the dangers of excess: The Spam musubi[ sushi] is a represent of whats inaccurate with the neighbourhood nutrition. It is so beloved, but living on Spam, grey rice and nori will kill you.

As the carnival comes to a open, I decide to break my 20 -plus years of Spam abstinence( I havent stroked the stuff since childhood ). Im sided a skewer of freezing cubed Spam and crunchy veggies. I settle my teeth into the soft flesh, and am hauled back to my youth. The salty, pork-ish tone drifted up my nostrils. I experience dirty and a little bit sick. Next I try a hot Spam katsu sandwich, from Hula Grill. I take a small bite. Then a larger one. It has a deep, smoky bacon smell, offset by rich katsu sauce. It is, Im nearly perplexed to answer, immense. Spam tempura fries, Spam corn dogs and Spam dim sum soon follow.

As I ruminate, I wonder if Spam deserve it honour. Perhaps Brits just paucity the imagination to cook Spam right. Or maybe, like KitKats in Japan or David Hasselhoffs mega-stardom in Germany, Spam should simply remain a pop culture anomaly the American Marmite that one either adoration or hates.


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Spam-flavoured macadamia nuts. Photograph: Marco Garcia for the Guardian

Spam fritters

Serves three.

340 g Spam( ie, 1 can )
150 g grassland flour
225 ml cold water
3 tbsp olive oil
Buttered roller( optional )
Cut the Spam lengthways into six thick-skulled slice. Settle the flour in a mixing container and slowly interpose the liquid, whisking, until you have a smooth batter.

Heat the petroleum in a large fry pan. Dip each slice of Spam in the batter desegregate, shake to drain off any plethora and lay in the red-hot pan. When its golden and crisp on one side, flip-flop and repeat until its brown and snappy on both sides.

Serve in a buttered move, if wanted, with microchips and peas on the side.

Read more: https :// www.theguardian.com/ lifeandstyle/ 2017/ jul/ 22/ spam-flavourful-as-hell-hawaii-spam-jam

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