SPAM: What does it stand for, and what are its ingredients?

Of all the foods you were likely to find at the back of the pantry in your grandma or grandpa’s house, SPAM might be the most iconic.

A staple of households for many decades, the canned meat has split opinion over the years, and not just because of its (in my point of view) unappealing appearance. No, there’s a deal of mystery surrounding SPAM, which one could argue has done more for its PR than any clever marketing scheme ever could.

So what actually is SPAM? Where did it originate? What secrets are forced into that tiny can along with the meat? Well, we’ve done a bit of digging and compiled some handy information for you… so read on for more.

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