Meat . . . in a can

What can be more fun than meat in a can?  My previous meat in a can experience has been limited to tuna and the like.  I’ve never eaten actual red meat out of a can.  Even saying it makes me feel like laughing out loud.  I have no idea why it tickles my funny bone so much.

I love to cook and somehow meat from a can just feels . . . wrong.  I have tried Vienna sausages in the past and if you haven’t tried them – don’t.  They ARE just wrong.  Pale, too salty, slimy and vaguely phallic.

Some time ago I came by 2 cans of corned beef.  The way they came to be with me is a different story for a future blog. They have been languishing in the back of my cupboard, untouched and ill considered for what turns out to be not quite long enough. 

Yesterday, desperately hoping to avoid a trip to the store and somewhat fascinated by the opening process pictured on the side of the can, I ventured into the rich and aromatic land of processed, meat-like, food.   Who can avoid opening something that comes with a key?  You take it off the side of the can and then insert the small tab of metal left on the side of the can into a hole in the bottom of the key.

Wasn’t sure what to do with it once the can was opened and I shook the gelatinous contents out.  It was shaped vaguely like a pyramid . . .

I sliced it, fried it and slapped some mayo on two pieces of bread.  I managed to eat the major portion of the sandwich but the rest was enjoyed by Dexter and Wilbur at dinner with gusto.  

Anyone want a can of corned beef?