I cook ramen normally then spread it on the plate. Then I open a can of cream of mushroom.... Straight on top of the ramen cold... Next is a can of French cut green beans, drained, then straight to the pile. My wife won't let me eat it around her
Death metal. Death metal while birding (or more like processing footage). Death metal while cross stitching. Death metal while crocheting. It's a weird outlet that I mostly keep to myself.
I fuck with hot gas station sandwiches. Like the ones they have wrapped in paper/foil in the little to-go heat lamp hut. Also anything from the hot roller. Like taquitoes or doom dogs as I call them. I like em extra dizzy and sweaty. Maybe with a packet of onion slime on em.
I survived on that stuff as a teen. You could get a pretty solid meal at the gas station for like $3. But this was also back when McDonald's had a dollar menu and you could get 2 mcdoubles and a drink for $3.
I learned to drive when I was about 16. My parents never had any food in the house, plus two extremely aggressive dobermans in the kitchen, so I couldn't go in there anyway.
So sometimes I would sneak out right before MacDs close and eat a burger in the parking lot.
I'm a lot older now, but occasionally I still eat fast food in the darkness of the Walmart parking lot
I find it calming for some reason.
Bonus hilarity:
At Xmas in 1979 I had an Xmas tree lot with a slave driver boss -- 12 to 18 hours a day. (He did partially pay me with a shopping bag full of wed.)
On night I got off around midnight and headed off to the local Mcds, order my food, and visit the restroom to take a piss -- and somehow managed to drop my car keys in the piss water.
Not my favorite day ever.
Then I get home and find that they had released the dogs in the whole house and I had to yell and pound on the door to get my mother to lock them up.
My least favorite thing about pizza rolls is carrying them up to the checkout counter. I do what I think is a good job cooking for myself, including making pizza from scratch on a regular basis, but sometimes I do want to sit down and play a zone out video game and munch on some objectively awful pre-packaged oven junk food. I think without that down time I'd have burned down my own face by now. Somehow still feel like I'm supposed to be embarrassed about carrying them up to the cashier and being like "I would like to purchase and own this, please."
I put ridiculous amounts of cocoa powder in a glass of milk. Like ALOT. Liquid chocolate. Especially love the stuff left at the bottom that didn't mix.
I don't think I'm ashamed of any, in all honesty. Even back then, I was a shameless idiot. I think I'm just much less of an ignorant, impulsive asshole than back then, but otherwise... I'm not that different.
I'm a railroad and siren enthusiast. Many people look down on the hobbies as "childish", although there are tons of adults who participate. I still feel uneasy telling people though, because I fear how they'll react.
I can’t get around to eating bananas. Never really had them as a kid and still can’t stand eating them now. The taste and texture is so much different than any other food yet everyone eats them. Although I will say I like hints of the flavor, like in a cake or recently I tried a sweet pizza with bananas and Nutella.