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Buzz food


Kim WB

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I also avoid the stove under such circumstances and don't have a microwave. In the sliced deli meat group. Smear slice with random condiment, eat, repeat until packet empty. If it's a sweet tooth instead, whole wheat bread (untoasted), butter, ginger jam/marmalade.

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I posted this on the cracker thread but it fits in here for me as well:

"another holdover from my youth are Chicken in a Biskit. My dad would put port wine cheese, a slice of pickle and salami on them. I particularly remember this on New Year's Day watching Bowl games. To this day New Year's Day is not the same to me without this guilty pleasure. "

I have been known to throw this together late at night as well, although thos enights seem to be much fewer and farther in between the older I get.

Another one that I have vivid memories of is of a half dozen Oscar Meyer hotdogs microwaved until they burst slathered with Heinz 57 sauce after evenings in college experimenting with herbs -- and I don't mean basil or tarragon.

Don't thry this at home.

Bill Russell

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some sort of cheese, wrapped in a tortilla and nuked...served with whatever sauce I can find in the fridge. Most recently it was smoked gouda, sprinkle of brown sugar, wrapped in a whole wheat tortilla and nuked until cheese melts/sugar carmelizes.

....sometimes just a buttered, warm tortilla, dipped in Frank's Red Hot Sauce.

Challah back!

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I'd hate to manipulate a sack of flour drunk.

Meh. Easier than wrangling a drunk boyfriend into bed. :wacko:

Let him sleep on the damned floor.

Noise is music. All else is food.

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I'd hate to manipulate a sack of flour drunk.

Meh. Easier than wrangling a drunk boyfriend into bed. :wacko:

Let him sleep on the damned floor.

Wrangling him into bed - nothing to do with sleeping :biggrin:

Marsha Lynch aka "zilla369"

Has anyone ever actually seen a bandit making out?

Uh-huh: just as I thought. Stereotyping.

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White Castle.

Oooh...the one at Lake and Nicollet in Minneapolis. If you show up after bar call time, they always give you one less slider than you order. When you go back to complain, they holler "you're drunk and can't count."

My kids think stopping at the White Castle in Hinkley, MN (on the way to the cabin; we're sober at the time) is a way big, big treat. "Oh, dad, sliders. Will we start to have slider farts before we get to the cabin?"

Castles are the Ne Plus Ultra of late night eatins, frozen or "fresh".

But yeah, they do make you pass some nasty gas.

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buzz foods almost always involve melted cheese of some sort. Tortilla chips with melted pepper jack cheese. (melt till the cheese is almost crispy) even better if you can make guacamole to dip them in..... or a grilled cheese: rosemary bread with smoked mozzarella. oh man. even better if you have some proscuitto and fresh thyme to add to it. too foo-foo??

other late night snack oddity: toasted bagel with butter and salsa.

Born Free, Now Expensive

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I'd hate to manipulate a sack of flour drunk.

Meh. Easier than wrangling a drunk boyfriend into bed. :wacko:

Let him sleep on the damned floor.

Wrangling him into bed - nothing to do with sleeping :biggrin:

But if he's drunk, can he, er, um . . . ??? :blush:

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Let him sleep on the damned floor.

Wrangling him into bed - nothing to do with sleeping :biggrin: But if he's drunk, can he, er, um . . . ??? :blush:

Speaking as a man, you can always "ummm" ... it's just that sometimes when you're drunk you have to be... er... more creative.. yeah.. and shift the focus maybe away from some of those manly instincts, er... NEVERMIND!! :wub:

To be On Topic:

My midnight buzz food last night, just about the time I had to choose between Letterman's first guest & Leno's, was a hefty serving of Ruffles with a quickly improvised sour cream & stilton dip, washed down with some Shiner Bock. I'm sure I put out a nice scent when trekking off to bed later, causing my girlfriend who-knows-what sorts of dreams about the English country-side...

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I'd hate to manipulate a sack of flour drunk.

Meh. Easier than wrangling a drunk boyfriend into bed. :wacko:

Let him sleep on the damned floor.

Wrangling him into bed - nothing to do with sleeping :biggrin:

But if he's drunk, can he, er, um . . . ??? :blush:

That's what I'm sayin'!

:unsure:

Noise is music. All else is food.

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some sort of cheese, wrapped in a tortilla and nuked...served with whatever sauce I can find in the fridge.  Most recently it was  smoked gouda, sprinkle of brown sugar, wrapped in a whole wheat tortilla and nuked until cheese melts/sugar carmelizes. 

....sometimes just a buttered, warm tortilla, dipped in Frank's Red Hot Sauce.

I want to get drunk at your house!

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i go for the vlasics...make a tempura batter with flour, soda, dill and salt...get the fryer at 340 and fry me some pickles...ranch dressing "infused" with prepared horseradish...  know what i'm sayin'

You deep fry when you're drunk? Man, you're brave! :biggrin: About all I can handle is opening a bag of chips :blink:

Marlene

Practice. Do it over. Get it right.

Mostly, I want people to be as happy eating my food as I am cooking it.

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I'd hate to manipulate a sack of flour drunk.

Meh. Easier than wrangling a drunk boyfriend into bed. :wacko:

Let him sleep on the damned floor.

Wrangling him into bed - nothing to do with sleeping :biggrin:

But if he's drunk, can he, er, um . . . ??? :blush:

That's what I'm sayin'!

:unsure:

Maybe zilla's boyfriend is, uh, well -- gifted?? :blink:

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Maybe zilla's gifted him with viagra.

zilla, we're waiting . . . :wink:

Hey, sometimes it translates into going forever and you eventually have to just agree to stop and get some sleep.

Man, "agreeing to stop" is a waste of breath.

Just fall asleep during.

:rolleyes:

Noise is music. All else is food.

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Maybe zilla's gifted him with viagra.

zilla, we're waiting . . . :wink:

Hey, sometimes it translates into going forever and you eventually have to just agree to stop and get some sleep.

Man, "agreeing to stop" is a waste of breath.

Just fall asleep during.

:rolleyes:

Next time, i'm going to try the sack of flour and leave the boy in the kitchen.

Marsha Lynch aka "zilla369"

Has anyone ever actually seen a bandit making out?

Uh-huh: just as I thought. Stereotyping.

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Maybe zilla's gifted him with viagra.

zilla, we're waiting . . . :wink:

Hey, sometimes it translates into going forever and you eventually have to just agree to stop and get some sleep.

Man, "agreeing to stop" is a waste of breath.

Just fall asleep during.

:rolleyes:

Next time, i'm going to try the sack of flour and leave the boy in the kitchen.

That's what I've been waiting to hear!!! :biggrin::wink::biggrin:

Unbleached white, or whole wheat pastry??

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Have you met my ex?

:laugh::laugh:

No, but have you met mine?

Friday was a marathon session with a few friends and NO food in my house.

Ended up baking apple slices wrapped in bacon, and slicing up some leftover ribeyes.

Remind me not to let the apple/bacon baking sheet sit in the sink overnight ever again.

Noise is music. All else is food.

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Have you met my ex?

:laugh::laugh:

No, but have you met mine?

Friday was a marathon session with a few friends . . .

You might consider editing that. :blink:

i think they were tourne-ing potatoes.

Or was Nero fiddling while the bacon and apples burned?

Marsha Lynch aka "zilla369"

Has anyone ever actually seen a bandit making out?

Uh-huh: just as I thought. Stereotyping.

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