I went to the local Winco supermarket. In the “canned meat/soup” aisle, I found cans of “whole chicken”. As in bones and everything. I don’t know why it should have bothered me so much, but I really found it mildly unsettling to think about a whole bone-in chicken in a can.

I had a sort of mental image of a pale, quasi-fœtal object sliding out of the opened container, covered in goo, with a sickening “shhhhhlorp” sound. Mmmmm. Just like Mom used to make.

For some reason this reminds me of the Whizzo Quality Assortment.