My man’s a Spam superfan – and we’re keeping it in the family!
By Anne ‘I Love Spam’ Benson, 33, from Liverpool
Yes, that really is my name – Anne ‘I Love Spam’ Benson.
And I live up to it! But it hasn’t always been that way…
It started when I got together with Mark in 2009. We used to drink in the same pub, but lost touch.
But on New Year’s Eve that year, I got a friend request. Remember me? he messaged. He was looking up old friends on the Internet. We got chatting and there was instant chemistry. Before long, he’d asked me out. And it was on our dinner date that he first mentioned the pink stuff…
‘I wish there was a restaurant that did Spam!’ he laughed.
‘You mean the canned meat?’ I asked. ‘I’ve never had it.’
Mark was gobsmacked – he loved the stuff!
From then on, he started cooking me Spam dinners.
Mark’s grandad Thomas and uncle Daniel used to work at the Liverpool Spam factory.
‘I walked past it every day on my way to school,’ he told me. ‘I loved the smell.’
His delicious meals had me converted, too, and, 18 months later, we’d moved in together.
Within a year, we were engaged. I fell pregnant with Milly the year after, and Evie two years after that.
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