Reminds me of ?Monty Python? chant "spam, spam, spam, spam; spam,
spam, spam, spam" (and so on, ad infinitum, off into the distance)

Where I live is a very multicultural area, having been Sydney's
immigrant and welfare dumping ground for several decades, so has some
verrry interesting shops.

Where we buy our vegetables (run, in our imaginations, by the
Australian branch of the Mafia - cocaine in our cucumbers!) is close
to a Pacific Islander grocer.  It is an *amazing* store - it has an
entire wall of taro and yams and another entire isle filled with
different kinds of spam.  Until I went there I *never knew* spam came
in so many different flavours - curry, chilli, lite, low salt, etc.
Dave had to hussle me outta there quick smart before I embarrassed him
by giggling at it and insisting on buying some to take home and try.
Actually, I'm not very fond of spam, but would find it difficult to
resist curried spam - just as a once-off.

Another favourite store features that fabulous stuff - Purple Yam Jam,
which is (as promised) a virulent purple colour.  We tried it once and
it was too sweet for our taste, but we enjoyed the colour.

Tish