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My dad eats some of the weirdest concoctions ever seen, usually involving multiple canned vegetables. I make fun of him for it constantly.

I came home tonight from soccer and didn't want to cook. It was late, and I have no food. (Being averse to going to the grocery store, as I am, has the side effect of me never really having any food. I must fix this. All the eating out I've done lately is making me gain weight. Boooooo.)

Anyway -- I get home, no food, hmm, what to eat? I look in the pantry, look around on the counter, and finally end up with a can of black beans, a can of sweet peas, and a couple tortillas. Black beans and peas get mixed together and nuked, and eaten in a tortilla. As I finished my "dinner" I suddenly thought about Dad.

From him I inherited thick hair, my oddly curved ring toes (or whatever you call the toe next to your pinky toe), a goofy sense of humor and, apparently, the ability to make an entire meal from a can and a tortilla.

Thanks Dad.