[Bash]

...you people have forced me to break out my spam story.

So there I was, ten years or so ago, helping a buddy who happens to be a Brit take offshore delivery on a new Tayana 48 and sail it from San Francisco to Mexico. We were no more than 30 miles beyond the Golden Gate when I asked about lunch. The proud new boat owner responded that lunch would be spam and crackers. Yes. Before I could ask whether there were other options, he added that this was pretty much going to be the standard lunch until we reached Mexico. Spam and crackers. Indeed, these were the only lunchables we had onboard.

I'm no mutineer, generally speaking, so I decided to at least test the fare before reprogramming the waypoints. To my eternal delight, I discovered the secret that spam is actually quite tasty once a vessel is no longer within sight of land. What I didn't realize until the end of the voyage, at which point I had purchased the much-cursed product and sampled it aboard my vessel while tied up at the dock, is that my newly acquired taste for spam was strictly an offshore phenomenon.

Intrigued, I am, to discovered the many new flavors of spam--will be trying the new hickory smoked the next time the beast leaves harbor.