I’ve been rewatching Mad Men on Netflix. Of course, I enjoy the sets and the clothes and the hair and the yadda yadda.

However, a short scene (above) between Don and Sally got me excited to my core. Don fixes a midnight snack of canned corned beef hash, fried in a pan, with an overeasy egg plopped on top.

That was a popular meal prepared by my mother in my youth, and I want a serving of it so badly I’m freaking out a little. I don’t think it’s because of the warm family memories the scene, or the food, conjure. I just want some weird deliciousness. Right now! NOW!

This post brought to you, 100%, by my hormones.