Sometimes I cringe at the English "adopted" and often warped by non-native speakers. Other times, they're really missing out.
Spam, for example. Everyone knows what it means in an in-box, but how many know the etymology of the word?
Sing a little song, and check out this SPAM-Nigirizushi recipe. Or this SPAMalicious biography of SPAM - "America's miracle meat."
More than you wanted to know: At 14, I was tutored by a creationist biology instructor in exchange for housework and cooking.
She had two cookbooks: one of microwave desserts, the other all SPAM.
For a kid raised with Leviticus trumping Mark in the kitchen, cooking SPAM every day raised questions about whether the instructor was as Christian as my parents presumed. I was pretty sure that eating pork was the path to supporting gay marriage.
Perhaps the instructor is to thank for my support of gay marriage (as far as I support the state's involvement in anybody's private life) today. Or perhaps she was hoping a few Vikings would drop in for a bite.