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Because I like to share the joy with friends at the holidays…

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If that doesn’t have them oohing and ahhing at the Thanksgiving table, nothing will.

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A grilled cheese recipe book? Please.

It’s bread, a slice of cheese and melted butter. Even my culinary challenged husband can do that. No book required.

And if you thought that was bad?

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Just… no.

My late MIL was the Queen of Spam.

Spamloaf. Spam Mac and cheese. Spam and eggs. Spamgetthi. Her kitchen was a gag worthy cornucopia of Spam. You never knew where it would turn up next.

The fact that this monstrosity of meat still exists makes my stomach tremble in horror.

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