Mystery Meat

I tried Spam for the first time today. Was it an experience that I looked forward to my whole life? Not particularly. You see, in Creative Writing, we've started the section on poetry. My teacher brings up the fact that some university or other had a Spam Haiku contest thing. There were hundreds of entries. Well, she happens to be a connoisseur of the how to prepare Mousubi, a Hawaiian food that entails spam buried in rice, surrounded by lettuce or seaweed or some green-brown thing. She said that if we came to class with a spam Haiku, we could partake of this amazing meal. I've never had spam, (that I know of) and so I was curious. I made my Haiku, brought it to class, and got my Mousubi. It smelled funny. And I'm a pretty picky eater. In my defense, I'm so much less picky now than I was as a little kid, but still . . .
So I carried this little green-brown mystery Spam around with me for an hour and a half before I finally got brave and nibbled off a piece. Okay, it wasn't bad. It was actually decent. But, the smell was so much more potent with the saran wrap off and that deterred me a little. In fact, I couldn't even finish it because the smell overtook my taste buds. I've decided that I think I'm okay with eating real ham or whatever meat spam is imitating. But, aren't you proud of me for being brave?!