Right now, I'm noshing on ketchup and hamburger buns. It has to be either a hamburger bun or a hot dog bun. Not bread, not tortillas, not dinner rolls. Buns. And no, I don't want to put anything else on it and I'm not sure why I do this.
not sure if this one actually is weird or not...MH thinks so: big glass of ice cold milk w/ any sort of red-sauce pasta. Not that I mix them or anything, just that I like to drink milk when I eat spaghetti. Particularly if it's a cold spaghetti sandwich.
Which might be it's own weird thing...white bread, lotsa butter, sprinkle of garlic salt, cold leftover spaghetti w/ meat sauce. Mmmmmmm. Carb sammich.
My brother's ex girlfriend liked to eat kraft singles dipped in french dressing. We'd sit together on the couch - her with a plate with a pile of singles and a puddle of french dressing, and me with a jar of pickles and a bowl of blue cheese and just munch away, watching L&O reruns.
Dill pickle slices with yellow mustard. Just dipped.
Sour cream and tobasco chipotle sauce mixed together and used as a dip for tortilla chips. Sometimes I just sprinkle hot sauce on tortilla chips and go to town.
not sure if this one actually is weird or not...MH thinks so: big glass of ice cold milk w/ any sort of red-sauce pasta. Not that I mix them or anything, just that I like to drink milk when I eat spaghetti. Particularly if it's a cold spaghetti sandwich.
Which might be it's own weird thing...white bread, lotsa butter, sprinkle of garlic salt, cold leftover spaghetti w/ meat sauce. Mmmmmmm. Carb sammich.
Piling spaghetti on my garlic bread is pretty much how I eat it anyway. I don't know about the cold part, though.
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not sure if this one actually is weird or not...MH thinks so: big glass of ice cold milk w/ any sort of red-sauce pasta. Not that I mix them or anything, just that I like to drink milk when I eat spaghetti. Particularly if it's a cold spaghetti sandwich.
Which might be it's own weird thing...white bread, lotsa butter, sprinkle of garlic salt, cold leftover spaghetti w/ meat sauce. Mmmmmmm. Carb sammich.
Piling spaghetti on my garlic bread is pretty much how I eat it anyway. I don't know about the cold part, though.
It's good. I like a lot of cold noodles though. I tend to eat my leftover lo mein cold too. Pretty much any noodles in a non-cream sauce I'm probably going to eat the leftovers cold. Makes work lunch really easy. Except with meatballs. Cold meatballs are gross.
MH actually likes leftover spaghetti sandwhiches too, but he warms his up. And doesn't eat them with a glass of milk.
I was a huge fan of animal crackers dipped in rainbow chip frosting when nursing.
They taste awesome in peanut butter. And by they, I mean the fluffy slightly sweet ones that come in the big bag, not the flatter more graham crackery ones that come in the zoo box.
And I like sprite mixed with the syrup they pack peaches in.
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Have you heard of potato chip cookies? This is the first recipe I could find, and I'm sure you could sub chocolate chips for the pecans. Yum. allrecipes.com/recipe/potato-chip-cookies/
Grilled peanut butter and bacon sandwich. Cook the bacon to be crispy first, then make the sandwich the same way as a grilled cheese so the PB is gooey.
Okay, I don't do too many weird food combinations anymore, but when I was little, I used to love maple syrup on cold pizza for breakfast. Maybe I thought that leftover pizza morphed into pancakes overnight? I dunno...
These days, the only thing I really do with food that's beyond weird is on the rare occasions I get BK or McDonald's, I will take my burger apart, put french fries in the bun and then eat the meat by itself. It cracks people up. No idea why I do it, but I do. (And I try not to do it often!)