Poor Bill - damn those one-size-fits-all cryobeds! That was awesome RR.
HA! Oh that took me back RR... We're a bit more old school though, and I have to admit that glistening, shining bit of hell I've never had the not-pleasure of trying. HOWEVER...
Once upon a time,
way back in the day before MREs even came with heater packs, there once lived the unholy ancestor to the "Cheese and Veggie Omelet," innocuously known as "Omelet with Ham" (and in case anyone's noticing a pattern here, for the love of all that is good and right in this world, do NOT eat an MRE labeled with the word "omelet!"). It was an abomination that no amount of tabasco sauce could hide, and those who tried to brave the experience, ingested it at room temperature at best.
The one MRE I always went for was Chicken with Rice, not because it was edible (it wasn't, at least not without that whole teeny bottle of tabasco) but for all the good stuff that came with it, like the M&M's that were good to trade. I grew rather fond of the apple jelly and peanut butter "sandwiches" on those rock hard cracker squares.