Pre-Consumption: I brought another can with me for lunch today. I made a delicious sandwich, if I do so say myself. Tomato, avocado, spinach and sharp cheddar with a pesto spread.

Opening Ceremony: The can contains fruit, I think. They're roundish, orangish, about the size of the tomatillos. If I had to guess, I'd guess kumquats. But I have no idea what a kumquat actually looks like. I evidently know nothing about fruit.

Post-Consumption: They tasted okay at first, but they became harder and harder to eat. This game is not as easy as it looks. Everything is too mushy and tastes very canned. That special can-flavor of aluminum and preservatives will haunt me in my dreams for years to come.

Pre-Consumption: Did you ever see the movie Super Size Me? In case you haven't, it's about a dude who eats nothing but McDonalds for however long, and for the first couple of days, he's really excited about it, and the food tastes great, and he's filled with the thrill of adventure and challenge. Then about three or four days in, he sort of crashes, and he feels like total crap and he's constantly run down and second guessing why he ever decided to do this experiment in the first place. On Friday, I reached that point with Mystery Can. The sight of the can made me feel queasy, I was bloated from all the sodium and preservatives, and I was feeling very forlorn about the five remaining cans staring me down. It didn't help that this spring and summer, I decided to try to eat local food only--with the exception of peanut butter and take out--so for the month and a half leading up to Mystery Can, I'd only eaten vegetables and dairy and grain that was super fresh and organically grown. So the shock of canned foods in my diet was that much more severe. I thought I was tougher than this.

Opening Ceremony: Today, I had to go a bridal shower for lunch, and a bachelorette party for dinner, so I opened one of the smaller cans for breakfast to go with my apple and peanut butter.

Post-Consumption: Oh my God, I don't know what was in it, but it was probably the most foul thing I've ever eaten, and I've eaten dog biscuits. I'm pretty sure someone ate a can of cream of mushroom soup and a bowl of oatmeal, and then vomited the mixture into a can. It smelled like vomit, it tasted like vomit. I tried heating it up, but it only made it worse. Now it smelled and tasted like hot vomit. I made it maybe a third of the way through the can, and then I started to gag and I hate to barf more than anything else in the world, so I threw in the towel. What the hell was that?