After a couple of beers with a buddy this afternoon, dinner was Combo #1 from Taco Bell. Utter crap. Loved every bite.
Circus Peanuts.
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I’ve been known to bring them to classy faculty potlucks, where professorial types try to shoehorn the provenance of their amuse-bouches into the conversation.
I usually sneak into the kitchen and find the fussiest little silver bowl to display them in. When some PhD in Superciliousness remarks on them in horror, I’ll pop one in my mouth: “Oh, yum! Styrofoam by-product with that perfect fake banana flavor… mmmmm…” Sometimes I’ll look down the buffet table, "I was so hoping they’d have some Peeps."
The chili cheese burrito was my Taco Bell guilty pleasure for years, but it seems they no longer have it anywhere, and the copycat recipe you can find online is 100% wrong (it calls for refried beans, which were never in the Taco Bell chili). I’ve found one recipe by a Youtuber that looks promising, but I haven’t tried making it yet.
Jack’s quasi tacos?? Heaven. First taco I ever had, still has a part of my heart. Back in the day, Jack’s tacos and a chocolate shake was hangover food, I could get it a 6a on the way to work.
Caramel popcorn with peanuts, a guilty pleasure. Popcorn and peanuts aren’t too bad in themselves, but Crunch and Munch and Fiddle Faddle are full of sugar and salt, and Crunch and Munch is full of saturated fat. Bad for the teeth too, but still yummy.
hah I regularly bought their evil cousin "screaming yellow zonkers " by the case …
I know someone who sucks the salt off of flavored (like bacon or ranch) sunflower seeds and discards the depleted remains.
CHEZZY POOFS!
Even a bad corn dog is a good corn dog.
Beef sticks. Excessive salt, fat and beef hearts!
I love a Burrito Supreme a couple times a year.
And as long as we’re talking fast food, I don’t know quite how ‘crap’ it is, but I love the occasional steak and cheese sub from Tubby’s Subs. I’ve tried to reproduce it at home-- melt some provolone over thin-sliced beef, add shredded lettuce and a bit of onion to a sub bun, and give it a shot of Italian dressing. But I can’t get it quite right. Maybe their dressing is special, not sure.
Speaking of, for those who are lucky enough to live near a Coney-style restaurant, a chili dog (the chili I’ve heard has beef hearts as a main ingredient). Even better-- chili fries with a squirt of mustard. Chili cheese fries if you’re feeling really decadent.
I eat popcorn that way too. Air-popped with a half stick of melted butter and LOTS of salt. I use Morton’s popcorn salt. It’s a lot finer than regular salt - almost powdery so it sticks to butter better.
I have not but next time I have a hankering to abuse my body some more I may do one up that way along with a dash of bbq sauce.
We do indeed!
Damn! Now I have to try that as that’s two of my favourite things!
One more to add, and this is a recent thing and it’s all @Mangetout 's fault. I now like Marmite on toast. A lot!
Yes!!
That’s the way to do it.
If you don’t slit the side, the fried bologna curls up into a little bowl. My mom would fill the bowl with scrambled eggs, which I thought was a very fancy breakfast.
I read that as Marmoset.
I started eating peanuts “salted in the shell” as a kid going to Milwaukee Braves games, and not knowing any better, would just pop 'em in my mouth and chew.
And I still do! Can’t say I’m not getting enough fiber…
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Oh, and speaking of buying a snack just for the flavoring, I’ve long held that “_____ is just a vehicle to get ______ and ______.”
The reason I thought of that: “Popcorn is just a vehicle to get butter and salt.”
We had a theater that used real butter, and I shook on plenty of salt (and a touch of powdered White Cheddar).
Can’t remember any of the movies I saw there, but boy, do I remember the snacking (they sold imported beers by the bottle, too).
Sounds like me with shrimp tails. Not knowing any better, if I ordered fried shrimp I ate the crispy tails. No one noticed this, or if they did they were too polite to say anything, until the day my parents took me out to a nice lunch following college graduation. I ordered fried shrimp and started eating the tails.
My mother noticed and got this weird look on her face: “What … are you doing?” It was only then that I learned that most people don’t eat the tails. (Sure, I’d seen tails left on plates before, but I assumed my dining companion was just a picky eater, like someone who eats the inside of a baked potato but not the skin.)
I love the tails! Crunchy, salty, greasy … like a shrimp-flavored potato chip on steroids. They are the best part.
Come to think of it, this probably matches up pretty well with my early confession that I love crunchy Cheetos. Once again, the crunchy-salty-greasy trifecta reigns!