In which I eat REALLY OLD FOOD. For fun! I’d never eaten an MRE in my life. So it was about time, I think. MRE stands for, obviously (not) enough, “meal, ready-to-eat.” If that doesn’t convince you that the military is awesome, I don’t know what will. Because HELLO? MEAL, READY-TO-EAT? What?! Anyway. My dad […]