@Old Salt, my father felt similarly about spam. He was in the US Army during WWII and spam was the centerpiece of a lot of meals. When he got home he refused to eat it ever again or even have it in his house.
Funny thing though:
Because of his love of gourmet foods, I once asked him what the best meal was that he'd ever eaten. "A can of spam," he replied to my complete surprise. Then said, "During the Battle of the Bulge our supply line was interrupted and we didn't eat for three days. When food finally showed up again, that spam was the best thing I ever tasted."
Speaking of the war, when we were kids we bugged my father to take us camping like other families. He said he camped plenty during the war and preferred a nice hotel, thank you very much.
