I work 3rd shift, and my fiance always asks what I want for dinner. She cooks it for me every night that I work. That, in and of itself, makes me a lucky man, and I know it. She also tends to make me very balanced meals, complete w/ 4 food groups, etc. But tonight I said,“You know what? Just give me total crap. You know? Think of the least nutritional garbage that d_redguy likes to eat, and that’s what I want.”
I was expecting maybe some hamburger helper.
Or maybe a cheeseburger.
But what I got is a Chili Cheese Coney and FRITO PIE from Sonic! :D:D:D:D
Oh My God!
I am greedily slurping down frito pie as I write this. Despite my telling her, she has no idea just how good she did. She thinks she just took the easy way out by not cooking. But, really. I am in a state of bliss, and it may just take me through the entire week!
So anyway, what foods make you this happy? I am partially starting this so as to not hijack the french fry thread, so check in!
Please tell us what a Frito Pie consists of…there are no Sonics in my area, or any area I’ve ever lived in.
The only food I can think of that consistently makes me lose control is shrimp. Put a big bowl of shrimp and cocktail sauce on a buffet table and I will make 17 trips up there. We used to go to a restaurant in Colorado Springs called Williams’…when you sat down they brought a huge bowl of shrimp. If the whole table got up to go to the salad bar, the shrimp would be removed, so we learned very quickly to go up one at a time so the shrimp bowl would remain. Utter bliss.
Frito Pie- at its most basic form, is a bag of Fritos chips with the top cut off, and a can of chili dumped into it. A lot of people like onions sprinkled on top, too. Sonic puts melted cheese into theirs. I think it’s primarily a Southern thing.
I know, I know- it doesn’t sound all that interesting… but the mixture of chili and Fritos works some kind of magic. d_redguy is right; the stuff is blissful-making.
Frito Pie is a big thing here in The Land of Enchantment, as well. I guess THE place to get Frito Pie was at the old Woolworth’s on the plaza in Santa Fe, but the town has gotten so ritzy and high falutin’ that Woolies has gone out of business, so no more Frito Pie, much to the dismay of native Santa Feans.
No, that is the lazy adulterated form. There is no REAL Chili that comes in a can. The basic form is homemade Chili poured over Fritos topped with grated Cheddar, onions and sour cream.
MMMMMMMMMM
This was a topic much discussed at Fathom during the Great Darkness.
The battered fish from Captain D’s (seasoned most heavily with their malt vinegar) shoots right to the pleasure center of my brain. I don’t like to eat this in front of other people because it causes me to wiggle about in orgasmic glee. And folks just don’t need to see that at luchtime.