My father would occasionally have a fit of WW2 nostalgia.. and make, ahem, SoS. Shit on a Shingle. Pardon the vernacular. I'm not sure exactly *what* it was.. but involved those small jelly-like jars of chipped beef (Hormel?) and Cream of Wheat. He never forced his horrified offspring to eat it, thank God. The smell was bad enough. I've met others who recall this concoction as DVoT. Dog Vomit on Toast.