Just cleared all my spam...there wasn't much actually but it reminded me of Spam fritters...all greasy and slippery...served with tinned tomatoes that slopped over the edge of the plate and stained Mother's pristine white tablecloth.
And Corned Beef hash...there'd be suspicious tiny bits of white stuff that my brother and I would carefully pick out and leave on the side of the plate...I think I once told him it was part of the whites of the cows eyes. We ate it with fried onions...not the cows eyes, the Hash.
Then there was Luncheon meat with salad for tea on a Sunday afternoon...the Luncheon meat was pale pink... cut into thin slices. I used to give most of mine to Mothers Siamese cat who sat under the table with his paw poised ready to grab the scraps...then he'd be sick on the sitting-room carpet.
Probably the very worst supper was Chicken Fricassee...chopped up cold chicken smothered in a white sauce...with boiled onions.
Sardine fishcakes were another horror...soggy on the outside rather than crispy and served with mashed potatoes...the combination sort of clogged your teeth up...the cat would make a beeline of course, to his place close to my brothers and my ankles...he wait expectantly for tit-bits while Mother kept an eagle eye on us both...
Sometimes...to add insult to injury...Mother would make her own Tartare sauce to go with the fishcakes...I can honestly say I've never eaten Tartare sauce since...even if it comes in a tiny jar and is dreadfully expensive. I pass it by with a shudder.
Haven't seen tins of Spam or Luncheon meat in a shop for ages...our local supermarket still sells Corned Beef though...