A two-can day

So last night I went out for burgers and was too full to do the can thing when I got home, and, well, it worked to my benefit. I opened the last two smaller cans tonight for dinner, and found in the first...



Gravy.

Actually, I ran a fork through the can to make sure it was, indeed, gravy, and that there wasn't some fucked up malignant surprise hidden inside the grey-brown sludge in the can.

Whew. It's just gravy. In a fucking can.

In the second, I discovered...



Potatoes.

Now, I know that for some people, there's nothing better than potatoes and gravy. But these potatoes had some kind of vinegary sauce on them, and little chunks/flecks of some pseudo-meat product.

Plus, I've never really been a gravy eater. I can cook an ass-kicking Thanksgiving dinner, but I never really learned to make gravy and never really liked it so I didn't care.

But since this isn't real gravy anyway -- not if it comes in a can -- I can manage.

I drained the potatoes and threw out the fleck-chunks, then fried them up in a little olive oil, and topped them with gravy gently warmed in the microwave.



Mmmmm. Somewhat vinegary potatoes (please note the "herbs" and "seasoning" that I did not add) and gravy-like substance.

I ate every bite. A whole can of potatoes and about 2/3 of a can of gra... whatever that was.