When I was doing security for the Olympics here in Utah, I worked the graveyard shift, 11pm to 7am, that was loads of fun. But, we were given these damn pb&j sandwiches which were made like 12 hours before they were given to us, so we hated them. And the same thing day in and day out was just disgusting. After a few days of complaining we ran into a group of the arny guys up there who were complaining about their MRE's. Well Cheese Ravioli sounded better than PB&J on wheat, so we traded. We did this for the rest of our shifts. And I had some of the best meals of my life.
I like the non-meat meals the best. Especially the pasta ones, like Ravioli, Speghetti, fetuccini, some of them are really good.
Funny story. We go into the mess tent one night and hear that a group of the guys on patrol want to trade up food. But they are going be on post for the rest of the night. The directions we get to find them was something like ".5 miles up like ski run, turn right at the largest tree, go 40 paces into the woods, go north ten paces, etc..." We thought these guys were foolin with us, but we decided what the hell we got nothing else to do. So me and 2 other guys follow these directions to this spot just off one the course of one of the large ski runs (my patrol was Dear Valley). We get to this spot, and look around. There is NOTHING around us, some trees, lots of snow, NOTHING. My friend said "heeeelloooo, mr. army guys, we bring fooood" just like that. Without so much as a crunching noise from the snow 3 guys show up beside us, in full snow camo, M16's night goggles, the works. it became a government drug deal "what you got?" "We got PB&J, what you got" "we got steak, sweet&sour chicken, etc..." "deal, here's the bags" And our stuff was on the ground, and in less than a minute, they were gone. It;s funny looking back, but we were a little freaked at the time.