This can be about the (illegal) marijuana-induced sort, or just of the “I’m hungry as hell, it’s 1:30 AM, and I’m going to find something to eat or die trying” kind.
Although I will say this: the first type of munchies can inspire some very strange food combinations, some of which turn out very good. Case in point: some time ago, I returned to my mother’s house after smoking and watching ‘Billy Jack,’ and I’ll be damned if I didn’t have the most ravenous hunger ever. I tore that kitchen apart looking for something good to eat, but could find nothing. Finally, I came across, in the pantry, a box of PLAIN shredded wheat cereal.
I ate one piece, and although I liked the texture, it tasted bland and boring. I was thinking, who the heck buys plain shredded wheat cereal? Giving up, I put the box back in the pantry.
Then I spotted the can of Pilsbury’s vanilla cake frosting.
Jackpot! :dubious:
Damn, that was awesome.
And there’s no way I would have thought of mixing those two foods if I didn’t have the munchies.
I know other people have had this experience, particularly anyone who lives at or frequently visits their parents’ home where you have no control over what is bought for food. Sometimes you stumble across very interesting culinary delights.
Everyone else, please share your own cases of munchie madness.
My pot induced munchies (as a teenager) often involved me walking down to the local 7-11 get’n a big bag of Nacho cheese Doritos then going over to the hot dog stand and proceed to fill the chip bag with that discusting chilli. Then I’d buy a box of Ding Dongs and maybe some Laffy Taffy…
I’ve also been guilt of eating S.O.S (shit on shingles) Which is basicaly white gravy, corned beef served over toast… Bleh…
Place tortilla on top oven rack, cover with chocolate chips and shove under broiler till chips melt. Remove from oven and roll up. Fill small bowl with peanut butter for dip and enjoy.
As a teenager, I was given some mushrooms by a much older cousin. A few days later I went with my mother to visit an aunt and a cousin and me ate some of the mushrooms. Just before we left, I was seriously hungry and I grabbed a small jar from my aunt’s pantry without even seeing what was inside. I went outside to wait for my mom and scarfed down a whole jar of mint jelly. Mushrooms and mint jelly don’t mix too well and a bit later I learned what projectile vomiting is.
This is going to sound digusting, but stay with me here (I had to be stoned to try this one out).
1 part Grape Jelly
2 part Margarine
1 bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos
Mix the Jelly and the butter and use it as a dip for the Doritos. Damn that’s good!
My bestest stoner friend makes this absolutely vile-looking but yummiest sammich ever out of wheat bread, peanut butter, jelly, mayo and american cheese.
I know, I know. But it’s SO good!
The restaurant down the street has this amazing omlette I’ve dubbed “The Stoner Omlette”: three eggs, real smoked turkey breast, feta cheese (nothing weird so far), tomato chutney and sweetened croutons (yes, *inside * the omlette). Ohmygoodness! Served with a side of “veggie hash browns” (a few white potaotoes, many sweet potatoes, carrots, and onions - all with their skins on and roasted instead of fried) and an apricot flakey. Divine.
I call this dish the “people of trailer” nachos.
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[li]Take a plate and put a layer of Lay’s sour cream and onion potato chips on it. [/li]
[li]Sprinkle with Ranch dressing.[/li]
[li]Place several slices of American cheese on top.[/li]
[li]Repeat 2X[/li]
[li]On top layer, several dashes of Tabasco.[/li]
[li]Nuke until all melty.[/li][/ol]
One time, my roommates and I were really drunk and didn’t feel like cooking much. We gathered up everything we could make and ended up eating spam and cheese wrapped in seaweed. It was actually quite tasty, but I am too scared to try it sober.
Dry Gatorade. I was trying to quit sweets but I had a major sweet craving and really didn’t want to get dressed and go anywhere. So I ate powdered Gatorade with a spoon. I actually kinda enjoyed it…
Once when I was an adolescent, I was stoned and accidentally ate some dog biscuits. They weren’t really dog biscuits, they were kind of chocolate flavored doggie treats that looked vaguely like cookies, but I didn’t know what they were and they were in a glass jar, not the box. There was only a faint suggestion of chololate though, and they were hard as rocks. I ate two of them before my brother told me of my erred behovior.
I eat entire tubes of soda crackers sober, and have since I was a kid. However, they became the most delicious things in the world at this one party where I was totally stoned.
My pothead ex and I used to plan our munchies before smoking so we wouldn’t end up eating just anything, or having to fumble around in the kitchen. (Much.) The best thing evar was our saucy, cheesy pizza, which we’d prepare ahead of time and bake once baked. Flatbread smothered in cheap store-bought pizza sauce and topped with shredded mozzarella and cheddar.
A friend from Quebec told me that it’s a common snack where she’s from. You break up the noodles while still in the bag, then dump the flavor packet in there. Not bad really.
I can really only tell you about what I have seen other people do, seeing as how I have been generally sober most of my life. I watched a friend get stoned and proceed to eat an entire 2 pound bag of pepperoni…yummy, yes, but can you imagine how he felt later?
I saw another stoned friend make a sammich out of vanilla sandwich cookies and bologna. He couldn’t find bread, so he used the cookies instead.
Yet another friend was sitting in his kitchen floor, cabinet open, smearing canned cat food on saltine crackers. Dunno if he was stoned that day, or just really really poor.
Ok, so I can’t really say I have been all that sober all the time, but I cured myself of the munching after a bad experience with cooking while high. I was digging in the freezer, and found a bag of frozen fried okra my grandmother had sent over. MMM! I said, and proceeded to the stove to fill a fry pan with oil to re-cook it. All’s well, until I decided to flavor the near-boiling oil with some white wine worcestershire sauce. The pan went crazy, I tells ya! Loud crackling noises, bubbling all over the place, vaguely feeling the hot oil hitting my arms from popping out of the pan. It was scary, and I never was really hungry while inebriated after that.
Not me, but my brother: stoned off their minds, he and his friend are jonesing for some goodies, but are too wasted to go to the store. They check their cupboards for munchies: nada.
So they ended up having sugar on toast. With butter.
Just remembered another one, told by Billy Connolly.
Drunk man staggers home in the wee hours. He’s got the munchies. Goes into the fridge, looking for food. Can’t find anything, other than his wife has cracked one egg too many earlier on, and has put it into a bowl. So he tips it into a hot skillet, and starts frying it. Then he falls asleep. An hour later, he wakes up, and the damn thing hasn’t cooked yet. Drunkenly puzzled, he turns the stove off, and goes to bed. The next morning his wife asks him:
Why the hell did you try to fry half a canned peach last night?