If I CAN CAN YOU CAN CAN TOO!

Back in the day, it took a while to drum up enough courage to take a bite of the jiggling mass of spam that made its way out of the can and onto my plate. But boy, was it worth it: Pure sodium, meaty goodness. It did help that anything tastes good when you’re eating it on the beach.

But spam is nothing compared to the newer concoctions shoved inside cans these days.

Now you open cans to find a whole cooked chicken, beetle grubs, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or even a cheeseburger nestled between two squashed buns. Of course seeing a giant can give birth to a whole, slime covered chicken isn’t the most appetizing thing in the world, but it’s the way of the future…(check out images of the abomination at Tracy’s site-she is my hero for braving the chicken dinner from hell…I would have run away screaming!)

O.K…FINE…maybe it’s not the future exactly, but it’s a good option to have in case earthquakes, floods or droughts make canned foods one of our only options. Yay for being a last resort!

We’ll be able to put together anything from a sandwich to a  whole thanksgiving feast with the help of nothing more than a can opener.

Making a PBJ sandwich isn’t hard work…but if I don’t have the energy to make the thing, I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to open the can either.