Welcome to this week’s edition of Mid-Century Menu, where I willingly make mid-century recipes that I know will be terrible or inedible, and then Hubs and I eat them for dinner. Most of the time we can even eat all of them.
This week we have a special treat. Last week’s frosted sandwich loaf may have been the most labor-intensive Mid-Century menu so far, but this week’s meal may well be the easiest.
Yup, that’s right. Spamcakes. For all of you who like illustrated explanations, they are make of Spam and Bisquick. Hence the advanced algebraic equation that serves at the title for this fantastic post:
Spam + Pancakes = Spamcakes.
Believe it or not, there is actually a recipe for this in the Bisquick Party Book, which has brought us such wonderful dishes as the memorable Tuna Royals, and I am sure has plenty more nastiness for Hubs and I to enjoy in the future.
One more thing. Despite what the cover of this book says, I am sure the idea for Spamcakes is neither gay nor new. Even when this book was published in 1957.
But I digress. Bring on the Spam!
Couldn’t be easier, right? The recipe is only two sentences!
Here is the Bisquick batter, ready to be mixed.
The Spam block.
Now, I know a lot of people out there love Spam. In fact, it has a huge cult following, complete with kitschy museum and everything. But for some reason the prospect of meat in a can never appeals to me. Maybe it is the processed taste. Maybe it is the jellied bits. I have never been one to take home a can of it and say – “Yes! The meal I have been longing for, and all contained in a can!”
Hubs on the other hand…
Sliced up and ready to go.
Frying up in the pan.
Covered with pancake batter. So far so good, right?
Umm…well…that didn’t work so well. Okay, maybe only one slice of Spam at a time.
Here it is, frying away happily.
Okay, that didn’t really work either. This is proving more difficult than the two sentences led me to believe.
I decided to cut up the Spam into strips and pour the batter over that.
There, that worked.
So, a plate of spamcakes later, we were ready for dinner. And Hubs was HUNGRY!
Not that I can knock his enthusiasim, but he seems to be enjoying this meal a little more than he should be.
The verdict: Good
These cakes weren’t anything too crazy. As Hubs said, “They taste like pancakes with Spam in them.” They were rich, a little greasy and tasted like pancakes. I wouldn’t like to eat them all the time, but it wasn’t such a bad experience.
So, a bunch of edible recipes in a row! This is starting to be a trend.