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In the Kitchen with Gram...Spamwiches!

When Gram and I started doing this whole weekly blog feature, some of her recipes didn't cross my mind, 'cuz they aren't necessarily a favorite of mine, but when she mentioned a few of them, I thought, "Well, what the heck...just because I don't like them doesn't mean EVERYONE doesn't like them!", and so, I bring you one of those recipes.

I ate one, 'cuz I'm a big girl like that and I think my mind had developed a bias against them because of the "Spam" part of the recipe...but you know what? They weren't half bad! And they were super easy, made a bunch and freeze (and reheat) well!

Which are all bonuses in my world.

(Also, stay tuned next week for another recipe that didn't make my "original" cut...meatloaf!)

Okay, don't go to fast or you might miss's THAT easy!

First up, Spam (the canned meat, not the annoying email):

Processed in your food processor to a coarse dice:

Put it in a bowl and add in Velveeta cheese (Gram insists it must be Velveeta):

Then Miracle Whip (it's gotta be the tangy zip of Miracle Whip...unless you're strongly averse to it, then, *sigh* I suppose you could use mayo):

And a bit of sugar.

 The Miracle Whip should make it the consistency of a sandwich spread:

Put a generous amount on a bun:

Then wrap it up in foil! First, bring the long ends together:

Then, fold the ends under:

Once those babies are all wrapped up, into the oven they go! And when they come out? Ooey, gooey and warm!

Give 'em a try...suspend your "spam hatred" like I did and you might just be surprised!

Gram's Spamwiches

1 can Spam, processed to coarse dice
2 cups shredded Velveeta cheese
1/2 - 3/4 c. Miracle Whip
1 tsp. sugar
24 smallish buns

Preheat oven to 350*F. Combine all ingredients, spread generous amount on bun, wrap in tin foil, and bake for 30 minutes (45 if cooking from frozen).



  1. I just wandered over to your blog from Jenny's and have been enjoying reading it. I just had to comment on the Spam recipe!! That was exactly a sandwich spread my Mom used to make, only she added finely chopped pickles. We ate a lot of Spam during WW II as so many things were not available to us due to the war. I think I've only bought Spam twice in the last sixty years--and it wasn't because I didn't like it, but I became aware of the high fat content and avoided it--but I'm thinking I'm going to have me a Spam sandwich one of these days.....

    Thanks for the memories.


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