"Mmmm! Really rounds out the flavor," he manages between a couple more bites.

"I swear to god, if I go back to base and have to eat another bite of luke-warm canned chili after this ambrosia ..." Another swallow is chased by a swig of beer. "Ain't gonna be pretty."

He might be exaggerating a little, but he is really hungry and the mess hall food is depressingly lackluster.