Spaghetti. Spaghetti is truly wonderful and versatile stuff. (Of course, I’d probably be a lot more creative with what went on the spaghetti if I were a millionaire.)
And pretty much everything at my favorite burrito place, where you’d have to really work to spend $10 on a meal.
I once saw a show about the Beverly Hills Hotel, where they charge you $45 for a glass of orange juice.
$45!
I don’t care how rich I get, unless the waiter has planted the tree, picked the oranges, juiced them and strained the pulp himself, ain’t no way in hell I will ever pay $45 for a glass of orange juice.
I doubt my eating habits would change much. I’d just have a chef cook everything instead of doing it myself.
I can’t imagine that any amount of money would lessen my craving for Cheetos (fried, not baked). I would be hobnobbing with the rich & famous at society snobfests with telltale orange fingers.
I’d still eat Chef Boyardee canned spaghetti and meatballs. I’d still eat hotdogs (with peanut butter, of course, none of this relish/mustard/ketchup stuff). I’d still go to Teriyaki Haven and get chicken teriyaki, hold the mushrooms. I’d still pig out on President’s Choice blue corn chips. And I’d still occasionally go to McDonald’s and get a 10-pack of nuggets (no sauce) and a Coke.
Hmm. On that last, maybe I’d get the butler to do it. The lineups at McDonald’s can be murder.
Mac 'n cheese with hotdogs, pretzels from the place in the mall, scrambled eggs, hobo stew, meat loaf and mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy, grape nuts or cream of rice with brown sugar.
Really, not much would change, but I swore I would never be so poor that orange juice would feel like a luxury.
Well, I would still drink the Grapette soda from Wallyworld. $.50 for a 2 liter bottle, and its the best grape soda I have yet tasted.
Canned tuna as well, though I would probably spring the extra 10 cents to buy Starkist or the other one with the mermaid on the can, instead of the store brand.
I would still eat lots of ramen noodles, though I could now throw something fancy in them more often, like Kobe beef.