There was a Pennsylvania Dutch product where I grew called "scrapple." It's mostly organs and in my opinion not at all palatable. I like liverwurst and pate, which of course is also organs, but for some reason scrapple and I never saw eye to eye.
So while we were at a fishing camp and cooking over the fire, someone was frying up scrapple and some of the other folks were saying how much they were looking forward to it. I turned down my share and received the usual sort of statements, "You don't know what you're missing," or "Try it, you'll like it." I knew what I was missing and was grateful, having tried it many times. And I let them know it using short words and small sentences, spoken loudly. To which, one of the fellows said, "Well at least it isn't Spam."
With that challenge tossed, we decided to accept, so someone trotted over to the country store to pick up some Spam, which we fried up and served alongside the scrapple.
In my opinion, the Spam won hands down. The rest of the men were wrong.
Granted B chord amnesty by King of the Mutants (Long live the king).
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