The Storm Xavier that swept through the country the night before that made it much more fun.
October 6th, 5.22am - boarding the southbound train. Hoping for an empty compartment but no such luck (hence my lap being the biggest available space and shaky/blurry photos. Sorry ^^). In my bag the MRE, water bottle and freshly filled vacuum bottle (with the prices they charge for a hot drink aboard the train, that's a must

October 6th, about 9am - time for a small breakfast: the first strike energy bar and some grape flavoured beverage. The bar was positively yumm - the rice crisps gave it some texture, the fruitty body was nice and chewy. Distinct cinnamon flavour, though I can't say I tasted much of the apple in the general fruityness.
I must admit, I'm not a fan of artificial grape flavour. The smell of it... I mean, come on - it even looks like Smurphs' pee! Thankfully, it tasted way nicer than it smelled. Was actually quite close to the regular grape drink I know.
So far the ride was going as planned. Then we hit Poznań and stayed there. And stayed some more. And stayed...
Let's drop the date cause we actually did make it on the same day but around noon, when were supposed to be on the last leg of the ride, we were still staying in the damn Poznań. People in my compartment were getting restless and scrounging whatever edibles they still had left while I happily pulled out the crackers and PB, plus some fresh hot(tish) coffee~~ I mean, with the crackers still fresh and crumbly, and the peanut butter smooth, how could one mind the rapidly growing delay? Life was simply good!
3 pm. We're slowly rolling ahead but they make us wait on every stop and between those too. People are actually going into the restaurant car (did I mention the ridiculous prices there?), coming back with a sweet roll or such. This was when the MRE truly saved the day for me!
I grabbed the FRH and started it off in the hall - it seemed to work but apparently not enough to properly heat the pasta through (or liquify the sauce). Still, even lukewarm it was a pleasant and filling dish. I could definitely distinguish the graininess of ricotta and sharper hints of some mature cheese. Only complaint - it seemed rather dry, not sure if from age (ye, I know, it's still rather fresh) or from too little heat applied. If given a chance, I'd definitely try this one again, heated up properly.