Food. I haz obsession. I pretty much think about food ALL DAY LONG and when I’m eating one meal I’m already thinking about the next. Fortunately, I have the awesomest genes on the planet because I manage to stay in good shape and health.
But I often eat like crap.
For example, my favorite food? Potatoes. Mashed taters, especially. Tater tots. Also? Potatoes with cheese. And bacon.
You know, stuff that’s all fattening and high-calorie and TOTALLY HEALTHY. I have a knack for taking something innocuous and turning it into a 3,000 calorie meal.
I typically eat tons of salad and veggies and soups for lunch but sometimes I engage in some weird eating habits.
For example, If I have leftover mashed taters? I’ll eat a bowl of ‘em cold for breakfast. Or warm with butter. Or fried into potato pancakes with more butter. OR FOR LUNCH! I just dump gravy on them and nuke it. Yum.
I do the same thing with rice. Hey! I have gravy and a leftover mystery meat! LUNCH!
But perhaps my all-time favorite lunch?
Potato chip sandwiches.
Yep, I’ll have some lunch meat and cheese and make a roast beef sandwich with pickles topped with either sour cream and onion or plain chips. Or if I have a turkey and provolone cheese sandwich, it gets barbecue chips. If I have leftover taco stuff I use corn chips for a Mexican-style sandwich. Tuna also gets plain chips. For ham and cheese, any flavor is suitable, as long as it goes with mustard.
Yes, I’m aware that’s gross. But not as gross as eating ham and cheese with mayo. Ew.
And there’s something about ice cream–I must have pretzels to dip in it. Some folks around these parts like fries dipped in ice cream but I’d never do that to my beloved potatoes.
Because cheese or gravy belongs on them.
Mmmm… gravy fries.
When I was preggers the food weirdness was at an all-time high. I had a different form of potato EVERY SINGLE NIGHT for dinner. The Hubs would come home from work and be all, “Oh look. Potatoes. Big Ben, Parliament. Again.” My second pregnancy, I ate a turkey sandwich with pickles and chips every day for nine months. And for some reason after I had the kid I couldn’t eat that again for a year or two.
I’m lucky because I live in the disgustingly-fattening-but-totally-tasty food capital of the world, The City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia, PA. We’ve got hoagies and cheesesteaks and stromboli and all kinds of good, disgusting stuff. And scrapple. Have you had scrapple? You must try it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m out of chips and headed to the store.