Oreos spread with peanut butter -- one I learned from my dad.

Store-brand chocolate frosting in a tub and a spoon.

That one kind of Edy's Dreamery ice cream with all the candies (sno caps, goobers, etc.) in it. And a spoon. In a quiet corner.

Cut-rate knock-offs of Little Debbie products (e.g., Royal is a good one) that cost no more than $0.12 per unit. (Lard and sugar is as lard and sugar does.)

"Two-for-Two X Two": Back when McDonald's used to do the "2 for $2.00" special for both Egg McMuffins and Big Macs, at least once during the 6 week promotional period, I'd go for two McMuffins and then head back at lunch for two Big Macs in the same day -- "two-for-two X two" -- and eat them all myself. With hash browns in the a.m. and fries at lunch. Plus I also ate dinner those days, although that probably wasn't fried. On those days, I claimed the title "Mr. One-Fifty" (the approximate number of fat grams I had consumed). This was about 15 years ago when I could do stuff like that.

OK, not only am I going to admit something that's really bad for you, I'm going to turn you all on to something wonderful. This stuff is probably worse for you than smoking. But the ingredients are easy to get and the preperation simple. The results, YEA BABY.

The ingredients? A bag of Ruffles potato chips and a bottle of Open Pit BBQ sauce. The preperation? Heat the sauce in the microwave till it's hot enough to start to boil. Then just dip the chips in the sauce like a dip.

Now it's important to understand, you cannot substitute another brand of chips. Ruffles are the saltiest chips made and that's important. And the sauce has to be Open Pit Original. The only substitution can be the onion flavor.

I know it sounds mundane. But give it a try, you'll be surprised.

Hattyn, I'll see your Butterfinger and raise you one: Nestle now has Butterfinger hot cocoa. I'm having a tough time keeping myself down to one mug every day or two. The one time I had to make it with hot water, it was miserable; with milk, it's, well, it's making me inexplicably happy.

Hi,

When my best friend the tea drinker was in her first semester of college, she discovered a new drink: hot Tang. You know Tang, the orange drink of the astronauts. Instead of treating it as a cold drink, she poured hot water.

Every once in a great while I get a hankering to try it again. The feeling passes before I ever get around to locating any Tang. Don't even know if it still exists. Though I always felt one with the astronauts drinking it.

Earth to Cathy, Earth to Cathy, can you read me?

Shake-N-Bake pork chops and apple sauce

Any food that is fluorescent orange and is extruded is OK in my book!

Beer
Snickers bars
Peanut M&Ms
BBQ potato chips
Utz's pretzel nuggets
Funyions
Beer
Habanero pistachios
No wonder my waste size exceeds my inseam.

Eat! You look so thin. wrote:Beer
Snickers bars
Peanut M&Ms
BBQ potato chips
Utz's pretzel nuggets
Funyions
Beer
Habanero pistachios

So, do you mix all this together (minus the beer) in a big bowl? Sounds fantastic -- Gorp the way God intended.

Cathy2 wrote:Earth to Cathy, Earth to Cathy, can you read me?

Houston, do you read? Houston, do you read?? ...Send more Tang. Stop.

If a food or drink can make you feel at one with people from all over the world (or even in space), I say that's gotta be a good thing.

--Dan

If a food or drink can make you feel at one with people from all over the world (or even in space), I say that's gotta be a good thing.

You have to remember I was a kid when there was all the major space exploration. I still remember watching the first steps on the moon in my Oma's living room. So a drink like Tang made the inaccessible seem accessible, especially as a kid staring at the stars and shuddering over what may be out there. I've been very fortunate in my life to have had a friend in a Soviet Cosmonaut. It's my one degree of separation from Space exploration; an area of endless fascination.

So I cannot really say TANG is fabulous, though it does have some exotic associations via this 'drink of the astronauts.' You know, I still get a big kick out of eating that not-so-great space ice cream over at the Science and Industry Museum.

My former next door neighbor's son has the space bug really bad. If Stanley ever does become an astronaut, I will be thrilled beyond belief. He used to come over to keep me company while I was cooking. He'd talk all about space exploration, draw astronaut pictures and I'd give him my NASA Tech Briefs. Wonderful boy who was a complete space nerd who had no friends. I kept reminding him it wasn't his fault, he just hadn't met his tribe yet. He later went to a high school which had a NASA related club, where he finally found his own people.

Space, the final frontier...