Our time here in Nepal has been almost completely vegetarian. It’s not that we don’t trust the meat around these parts – we’re just a bit intimidated by the meat stores. Think giant slabs of meat dripping of fresh blood, piles of decapitated chickens and lumps of liver on the floor.
Still, we do eat meat at times, mostly when someone else cooks it. The other day, however, we decided to make pizza. We knew we wanted a meat topping, but again we wimped out of going to the butcher’s. The options were narrowed down to either Very Expensive deep frozen slices of smoked ham (flown in from Germany), or a slab of Chinese Spam. The Spam won.
It is the very last resort for a meat craving couple. The taste? It isn’t exactly vile, but New York Strip it is not. Think coagulated baby food.
Um. Yum?
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