Not only does canned food taste good, they also give you a feeling that you have cooked your stuff, a feeling of maturity and metro-sexuality. And the loads of preservatives and oil work wonders; sometimes I wished if I could have just the preservatives as starters. O my canned food; you are the saviors for us bachelors, showing that in a world where we are always the first to be picked for onerous company tours and late working hours, there is still someone who cares for us. And you are so much more humane and compassionate than those rude instant noodles which come with an insulting pack of six counted pieces of dried vegetables. No wonder, Andy Warhol was so fascinated with you (see picture).
And soon, as I embarked on my epic journey of devouring one can after another, I noted that giant conspiracy. Just as the North Indians have stealthily dominated mass culture in
So I ended up with having Mutton Rendang every day, cause it tasted so much like Bengali mutton, and satiated my daily craving for meat. And guess what, each can come with a slice of potato too. So wonderful, isn’t it?