White Castle burgers… <drool>
Every now and then I get a craving for aerosol cheese. Okay, it’s not *really *aerosol, but you know what I mean – the Kraft spray cheese in a can? “Easy Cheese.” A can of aerosol cheese in sharp cheddar flavor, a box of Wheat Thins, and I"m set for the day. Or night. Mmmm. Spray cheese. I wonder if there any actual cheese in it?
It’s been many years, but I’m with ya…
Hot dogs. I’ve probably eaten more hot dogs in the past couple months than in the previous 20 years. There’s a new place in town and these dogs are good. They snap when you bite into them.
Blood sausage and sweetbreads.
Offal is heavenly.
Spam and spray-cheez are on my camping list every year. The rules don’t apply if you are at least 50 miles from the nearest McDonald’s.
Thanksgiving, last year, my work treated us to a barbecue lunch, with pumpkin pie and whipped cream. Real whipped cream, but in a can. I so wanted to turn the can upside down and spray it directly into my open mouth. In the interest of keeping my job, I restrained myself, but I really, really wanted to do it.
Yesterday I was on a message board (I’m pretty sure it wasn’t this one), and someone was discussing grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. I had never had one in my life, but suddenly I was craving one. So today for lunch I went down to the trendy, expensive deli and ordered one. In a word, disgusting. I"m sure it was well made, but the greasiness of the cheese combined with the ham…ewww.
I also occasionally indulge my craving for Kraft Mac & Cheese.
I’m making kimchi tomorrow. It’ll be ready in a few days. And I’m pretty much the only one in the house who eats it.
When I add miso paste to a soup, usually I can’t help taking a taste of the stuff straight.
And hell, it’s easter. I want Creme Eggs.
When I was young and broke, my nighttime treat was “nasty snack,” or cheap tortilla chips drenched in Tabasco sauce (cheaper than salsa.) What made it so economical is that it so enough flavor to satisfy your snack urge, but so gross you don’t eat a whole lot of it.
I often crave it, even though it was gross and hurt me.
And now I’m thinking of head cheese.
I had an ex-boyfriend like that.
Topic: Horseradish-flavored cheese spread on saltine crackers. I freaking love the stuff but nobody else in the house can even tolerate the smell.
Once in a blue moon…Hamburger Helper, with a little ketchup to give it some taste. And canned string beans on the side, white bread and butter, washed down with a glass of milk. And so I recreate school cafeteria lunch, circa 1965. After, I have a Ding Dong or Ho-Ho, and wish I could put on my snappy madras sleeveless blouse, jump on my bike, and go out riding around on a hot summer day until the streetlights come on.
And when I weary of ramen noodles, I might make poor man’s spaghetti: cook some pasta, add butter, ketchup, and grated parmesan cheese. Hits the spot at 2 a.m. when sleep just won’t come. (I don’t eat much during the day, so I can afford the carbs once in a while.)
I love me some canned corned beef hash. Lips and assholes, with teeny cubes of pressed potato sweepings. Crisped up in a cast-iron skillet. Drool…
Joe
There’s a lot of stuff I love and crave that most people find disgusting:
Vegemite & Marmite
Pickled herring (in any form: in vinegar, cream, mustard, tomato, etc.)
Smoked beer
Herbal liqueurs
Luncheon loaves (olive loaf, p&p loaf, chopped ham, etc.)
Aspic
Blood sausage
Chopped liver and onion sandwiches
Tripe
Canned sardines or mackerel
etc.
Deviled ham. I’m not supposed to eat it, but it’s just so good with mayonnaise and toast. We buy some once in a while when Grandma visits, and we finish it all between the two of us.
Then they made it WRONG. Grilled ham and cheese done correctly is one of the best sandwiches on the planet. They had to have used the wrong ham, wrong cheese, wrong bread or some combination of the three. Whatever it was, it wasn’t right.
Nasty foods that I love? Hmm… Cheddar cheese and dill pickle sandwiches. Bacon and pickles, too. Icky sandwiches run in my family. When my sister was little she would make Kraft singles and sugar sandwiches and Dad loved “shit on a shingle”. Both of them made me retch.
Let’s get back to basics here: white bread with (real) butter.
mmm
So YOU’RE the guy keeping them in business! :eek:
Alongside my wife… I buy it to bribe my dogs, who also love it.
When I was a kid, my mom would make beef tongue that was impossible to tell apart from corned beef brisket. I was still in single digits when I acquired the taste; I’m now 50 and mom’s been dead 12 years, so I guess I’m SOL.