I don’t diet, but this particular trope always annoyed me.
The following foods taste as good as being thin feels:
Please add your own.
Ice cream.
Even fair-to-middling ice cream.
Cream of mushroom soup, made with heavy cream, pinot noir, butter, shallots, and fresh enoki & shiitake.
A nice risotto.
Creamy lasagna.
Poutine in the park.
A wicked vindaloo washed down with two litres of cold beer.
Lobster bisque. Ooooooo…
Mmmm… Gummy Venus de Milo…
Not long ago, my girlfriend and I stayed the night in a hotel in Albuquerque. Right across from our hotel was a cheesecake factory, so we went for a couple slices and brought them back to the room. She unwrapped hers first (almond amaretto) and took a bite. She then said “OH MY GOD”. The expression on her face was one not usually associated with food, if you get my meaning.
“Come on,” said I, “it can’t be that good.” Then I tasted mine (chocolate chip). Oh my yes, it really was that good. That cheesecake was orgasmically good, easily the best thing I’ve ever tasted. And there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s better than being thin feels.
Pie. Any pie. I love pie. When come back…
Real hot chocolate (made with real chocolate and milk and cream on a stove) with a dollop of whipped cream – marshmallows optional – on a cold winter morning
Any pasta dish with ricotta cheese and oregano, garlic and basil.
Homemade chocolate cake with seafoam icing
One of my homemade breakfast burritos with Mr. TeaElle’s so-hot-it’s-scary salsa
Real, homemade (not from a box) baked macaroni and cheese
Btw, I hate that platitude. Unless someone is doing actual, real time damage to themselves with the food they’re eating (like a diabetic with uncontrolled sugar eating frosting from a can with a tablespoon) there’s not a damn thing wrong with eating whatever they’d like in moderation and enjoying food. It really irritates me when people reinforce the garbage notion that we should feel badly about nourishing our bodies with things that are delicious but perhaps more calorie, carb or fat-dense than others. I find that this nonsense is routinely spouted by people who claim that unflavored rice cakes are “delicious” and use their personal lack of taste and weight-loss derived arrogance to come up with crappy cliches like this one. [ /soapbox ]
“I think everyone should go on my diet. It’s called the Fuck It Diet. Basically what it is is if I want to eat something but it has a lot of fat or carbs, I just take a moment, and I go within, and I say ‘Fuck it’ and I eat it. You have to do it six times a day. It works really well with the Fuck That Shit Exercise Program.”
I wish we could naturalize Margaret Cho and make her PM.
You went to Dee’s!
For me, it would be homemade chocolate chip cookies or, if I’m in the mood for it, devil’s food cake. Oh, and hot fudge brownies with mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Great chocolate and really dark cherries. Good extra sharp cheddar. Ice cold soda on a hot day. Bulgarian feta cheese. Great hot pizza. Bad hot pizza.
Warm, steaming biscuits topped with milk gravy.
Bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, and grits.
Fried chicken and watermelon. And lemon cake. Danish wedding cookies.
Caramel. Fried okra. A juicy steak. Catfish smothered in Worchester sauce. Mashed potatoes and gravy. Pizza. M&M cookies.
We had our company christmas dinner at a small inn near our town. It’s open on request only and the owners make just enough food for your party. For dessert we had our choice of two heesecakes fresh Marionberry or Turtle. I had the turtle crust a thin layer of chocolate and carmel, cheese and then another layer of carmel, chocolate drizzled over the top and chopped pecans sprinkled on top.
I told my co-workers “If I finally lose it and kill a patron, Make sure I get this for my last meal”.
Junior’s cheesecake.
Coffee with real cream and cinnamon.
Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.
Veal medallions and an artichoke tureen at La Francais in Wheeling. I fucking died and went to heaven. And they let me bring my wine with!
Zuppa Tuscana, which is basically potato and sausage soup when you make it yourself.
Several good ones already mentioned so I’ll add Veal Marsala and alfredo sauce. Separate, not together, that would be bad.
Any super-fresh crustacean, preferably drenched in lemon and garlic butter. As an ex of mine used to say, “Shellfish are the main reason I could never keep kosher. If God is merciful and good, why would he forbid eating shrimp?”
I can’t believe how few people have mentioned chocolate!
Fresh raspberries.
The aforementioned triumvirate are my three favoritest foods, although I have many, many others. The same aforementioned ex asked me what my favorite foods were so he could cook me a birthday dinner (poor guy, he tried really hard, but he couldn’t cook to save his life), and upon receiving the list, threatened to make chocolate-covered shrimp in raspberry sauce. If he hadn’t been a good 14” taller, I would have decked him. As it was, I just poked him in the ribs. We went out to dinner.
Takeout: Butter chicken and onion bhaji. Especially from Star Of India.
At Home: Soubise, which is rice slow-cooked with a few chopped onions and cream. Just before serving, you mix in the cheese.
At work: Subway melt with extra turkey and ham, and one extra slice of cheese. On fresh Honey Oat bread.
At Dunn’s: More potato latkes than you can shake a stick at. With sour cream.
I bet I could lose eight pounds if I didn’t love dairy so damn much.
I occasionally make this cajun style pasta dish (note: I have zero familiarity with cajun food, so it may or may actually reflect cajun style cooking in any way whatsoever. But that’s the name of the recipe) which involves: one quart of heavy cream (I usually use half and half, though, or it gets way too thick), very spicy sausage, parsley, green onions, and a bunch of spices and peppers. Serve over angel hair pasta. It’s got an incredible flavor and some serious heat on it.
True happiness is found in pasta covered with cream and spicy sausage.