Thinking more about canned macaroni last night. In Jack Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums, main character Ray Smith talks about his trip to a desolate beach in Santa Barbara, where he camps out under the stars and eats hot dogs, canned beans and macaroni and cheese, all cooked in a campfire on the sand. I’d never had canned macaroni and cheese, but Kerouac makes it seem like some culinary marvel. Maybe I need to go camping and experience it the way he did — alone on a warm beach, under the stars, with a bottle of wine and some cans of food cooked over an open campfire. It sounds like it would make any food taste wonderful.