Our cook had high fever this morning but got out of bed to make me a Spam sandwich for breakfast.
The sandwich jerked open a floodgate of memories.
Most especially my first time to taste this reliable comfort treat.
I remember it quite well. My mom had just given birth to my baby sis (Gina) at Clinica Lopez on Pennsylvania St. (now Leon Guinto). My brother Greg was tasked to buy food for me and my siblings at the corner Chinese resto/sari-sari store (on Herran).
He came back with sandwiches that emitted a most alluring scent that permeated the whole hospital room.
When I bit into my breakfast, it was sheer heaven… a taste so different from any other food that I had tried in my (then) eight years of existence on earth.
And that was my most unforgettable intro to good, old Spam.
It was truly a special day.