It’s not what I eat, it’s how I eat it: Standing up at the stove, straight out of the pan, with an eye on the TV!
Well, this morning I had grilled kippers and bacon, then went out to the discount bookstore, Asian market, and pool. When I got back, about four hours later, the house still smelled of kipper.
No lunch, as the diet starts tomorrow, but around 18.30, I got a craving, and took the chicken breasts that had been marinating in Goya mojo criollo and made kickass fried chicken strips with aioli dipping sauce. Hey, it’s just me and the bunnies, I might as well stink of garlic.
Washed down with three Mackeson XXX milk stouts (5.99 a sixer at Trader Joe’s). I shall to bed now, for the protein diet starts tomorrow. and things breaded and fried are (mostly) a thing of the recent past.
Oh, and I made a Gorgonzola cream sauce yesterday night for fresh tagliatelle. With toasted walnuts.
I am not married nor do I live with any SO. I have an almost monastic lifestyle…
I just ate chilli and beans with cheese and onions, and banana pudding for dessert.
Nights like these make me feel somewhat fortunate to sleep alone 
** Screeme **, I am flattered. /Comic Book Guy voice/ If only real chicks went down this easy.
Anything involving beans … preferrably my home-made Chili Non Carne with kidney beans, chili beans, sweet corn, some other kind of beans … mmmh! And lots of garlic!
My SO was not home on Saturday, so I made myself a nice salad of bell peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers and fresh basil. Then I fried mushrooms with chopped onions and 3 sliced cloves of garlic, to put on the salad … OH YES! 
Little Debbie snack cakes.
Canned tamales, with orange grease on them, smooshed with corn chips.
yum.
Order the thickest, gooiest, extra-cheese pizza with extra pepperoni and sausage. Wife hates sausage, and thinks getting “extra” anything is a waste of $$$. Goes well with angioplasty, though.
Ahhh, onion sammiches. Toast the bread, spread on lots of mayo, add a thick onion slice, salt and pepper.
mmmmmmmm
For an appetizer, Ritz crackers with Wispride port wine cheese.
This is gonna sound weird, but – Swanson’s frozen turkey dinner.
See, when I was in college, I was broke. Dirt poor. Zero money. A 69-cent Taco Bell burrito was a splurge. I got to know the layout of the local church’s soup kitchen so I wouldn’t starve. I could get cheap lunchmeat and flour tortillas and make myself pseudo-sandwich-wrappy things for next to no money. Beverage of choice? Tap water, occasionally mixed with an envelope of Kool-Aid stolen from the neighborhood grocery store. Unsweetened.
And when I actually had a few dollars, those Swanson’s frozen turkey dinners were my treat. Half-circles of turkey, gravy, peas, and a cranberry cobbler. Heavenly, after days of flour tortillas.
So now that otherwise nasty and horrible lowest-common-denominator frozen dinner is inextricably burned into my brain as a comfort food. And when I have the opportunity – that is, when my wife isn’t around to point her finger and laugh at me – I’ll indulge this insanely peculiar taste.
A big old bag of Funyons. Even the dog can’t stand to be around me when I’m done. 
But that would be a waste of good puddin’. I cannot, in good conscience, waste puddin’. Awwww, no.
I realized something else I eat when Mr. tlw is away – I mix a can of Bush’s vegetarian baked beans with a box of Kraft mac and cheese (the original kind with the powder, not the goo) and bake with a topping of smashed Pringles. It’s completely greasy, disgusting and horrible for me, but <Helen Madden, Certified Joylogist>I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it!</Helen Madden, Certified Joylogist>
Coincidentally, the family will be gone this week for a few days, so it’s time to bring out:
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Giorgio’s Frozen Pizza. Pepperoni. All other toppings are for infidels, although councils are considering if double-cheese is orthodox.
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Beer or wine. With my second-shift schedule, it doesn’t do to drink at night and expect to awake refreshed in the morning, and weekends usually have so much going on there’s not enough time. But coming from from work, I can drink a glass, go to bed at 3 AM, and sleep in.
Family-free time also allows me to:
READ: In bed. For hours. Anything I want.
SHOP: The bookstore. The comic-book store. Hell, just wander about the mall, taking in the sights.
PLAY MUSIC: I play guitar and keyboards badly. Also, with small children around, the sound of live music is an invitation to help Daddy improvise. Now, I can run through Jimmy Buffet’s catalog without hearing my teen-to-be son telling me to turn it down.
I’m stoked!
Well, I have no shame and flaunt my eccentric food choices in front of my family (like they should talk). My little vice is uncooked brownies. I leave out the eggs, of course, and add a little extra water to make up for that. You put it in the fridge and let it chill for a few hours - it’s like a sludgy, gritty ice cream (or puddin’ tlw).
Soooo good and so good for you too.
I eat Oreos (the whole pack) when no one’s around to bug me about it. Also, raw cookie dough. I’ll buy those cookies that you just cut and bake and just gnaw on that thing. It usually makes me completely sick for a couple days, but every single chance I get I go buy some of that. I can also eat an entire can of icing, especially the chocolate Pillsbury type. Yeah, I know, gross.
I get a mcchicken sandwich and a fishfilet from Mcdonalds and put them together to make a kick booty fishchickern filter sandwich, oh yeah!
and apparently I also smoked some “can’t spell” crack too, that was supposed to be fishchicken filet
Deadly Nightlight, a McChicken sandwich and a fillet o’phlegm together?
:eek:
Peanut butter mixed with enough sugar to turn the peanut butter into brown sand. UMMMMMMMM!!!
It’s the crunchy-ish texture on the outside that gets me. Mmm.
Raw ground beef or very rare steak.