I don't think any meal I ever had in college came close to this level of awesomeness.
I was just kidding around when I called Forrest up to tell him that I'd purchased only satsumas and Spam at the grocery store. "No, of course I'm not going to eat them together. That'd just be gross."
But by the time I got home, I really did want to eat both of them tonight. So I had a satsuma for an appetizer; a can of thinly-cut, crispily-cooked Spam for the main course; a bottle of beer to drink (I was out of milk); and another couple satsumas for dessert.