Slices of lightly salted ripe avocado on buttered toast.
Buffalo wings from a local joint that makes spectacular versions.
Gelati of almost any flavor.
Guacamole! I don’t care if it gets everywhere. Oh, especially the chunky homestyle guac from a little hole in the wall about a mile away.
My cousin Lucille’s salads: potato, marianated cucumber/tomato/bell pepper combo, and her fruit cocktail, esp. when served in the same meal with a corn boil and uncle Wayne’s fresh barbeque chicken. (Drool.)
Crawfish! And it’s almost crawfish season! You get that spice all over your hands, juice dripping and spraying…
Suck da heads, baybee!
Sloppy joes and hard shell tacos. The tacos have always ended up being scooped up with my fingers after the first few bites.
Corn on the cob is impossible for me to eat neatly. Corn and butter dripping down my chin…made for some lovely family photos, that.
The rabbit had it right folks, chocolate milk has a half life of seconds in my presence. It’s gotten so bad that I have had to put it in the trunk on the way home from the store lest I pop the top and chug right in the parking lot:)
Another vote for ribs here. They’re just way too tasty to eat with any kind of delicacy. Besides, you’re working from the premise of gnawing on a bone to get your food – refinement just doesn’t enter the picture. I can’t say that I’ve ever ended up with BBQ sauce on my undies before, though.
I’m with you. In the same category is the Starbuck Frappacino drink that comes in little bottles at the supermarket
and ice cream - more than once I’ve gotten it on my glasses as I like out the bottom of the bowl
and guac
and anything smothered in melted cheese