Right: leftovers in fridge, insufficient quantities of Spam and pseudo-seafood salad to make much of a sandwich independently.
Combine. Stare dubiously for 30 seconds.
result: tastes like chowder with bacon in it.
Filed away in case of desperation/divorce/unwanted guests.
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