This is another late dinner, which I am used to. Once I get home from work around 6, I am rarely hungry until much later.

Tonight's feast involves another comfort-food favorite of mine, pierogies. They can be made a variety of ways, but recently, I have been baking mine. Still, these are packaged, processed foods. There's a lot of that in my life. The only thing more abundant in my diet is a lack of food.

The can I chose today has small solids (that squeak against the inside of the can) in a much more watery liquid than previous days. I am really hoping for green beans. It was this hope for green beans that led me to choose this particular can today.

* NOTE TO CAMERA-MAN: Quit trying to be fancy. This is Mystery Can!

In case you are wondering, within the last hour, I may have finally rid myself of the last of yesterday's mystery can contents. What a mess. Honestly, earlier this evening, in reviewing yesterday's post, I almost lost my appetite. The taste of the stuff wasn't so bad... The thing about it was the way I felt after eating it. The whole rest of the night and this morning, I felt like I had eaten seventeen pounds of angry, claustrophobic, little animals.

I had no idea that 12 oz. of "food stuffs" could make such a profound impression on an otherwise stable person's system.

Anyway...

It's GREEEEEEEEN BEEEEEEAANS!

Not just any green beans will do. For me, it has to be the skinny little french cut variety with much more green than bean. The Whiteness. She knows stuff about me. This is like a present.

There are some little red chunks in there, too. I was hoping it was red peppers, as that would have been something different. I'm pretty sure these were tomato chunks, though. I ate one by itself, right out of the can, but it tasted like green bean water. Oh, I meant:

GREEEEEEEEN BEEEEEEAANS! water.

This was a weak (but much appreciated) showing for even a 2/10 misery rating round of Mystery Can.

A better meal I could not have planned. You have just got to harvest the crusted up, oil soaked cheese scrapings from the baking sheet. You just have to. It is the rules of baking with cheese.

It's GREEEEEEEEN BEEEEEEAANS!

All gone. Down the hatch. Lovely day, lovely day.

Not as many pictures in the documentation of the Mystery Can Day Three. Honestly, it would have just been pictures of me eating a meal that I have at least two or three times a month. Pierogies and...

GREEEEEEEEN BEEEEEEAANS!

...with little red chunks.

I fear the rest of the week. It can't possibly be this delicious again.