You know how Al Bundy used to make Tang sandwiches because there was nothing around the house to eat? On a camping trip with my ex-girlfriend's family, I made two Tang sandwiches (Tang + bread = Tang sandwich, Stephen Hawking). The first I offered to her brother-in-law who was driving. He took a bite and immediately asked what the hell it was. The other sandwich I offered to one of the family friends that was riding a cruiser along with the RV. He actually looked between the bread THEN took a bite. If you're looking for a point or a moral to this story, there isn't one.