I peered into the grocery box. "It's soup or stew or Spaghetti-O's," I said. "Or pears or peaches. Want some hot peaches?" "No difference," he said mildly. "Anything or nothing." "Man, aren't you hungry? This has been a busy day!" "You haven't given me much to be hungry for, unless that's good stew." I opened the stew can with my Swiss Air Officer's Escape and Evasion Knife, did a similar, job on the Spaghetti-0's, and popped both cans over the fire.