I eat my peas with honey

I've done it all my life

They do taste kind of funny

But it keeps them on my knife !

We all have food idiosyncrasies, I think.  I knew a man who loved to eat chocolate cake with roast beef gravy on it.  Sounds yucky to me.  Like the Smothers Brothers singing about "pancakes boiled in cabbage juice...of course it's not so popular now..."

One of my particular peculiarities is that I like to dunk french fries in a chocolate milk shake.  I started doing that a long time ago.  Back in the day when McDonalds was making milk shakes that were so weird that if you left them sitting at room temperature they wouldn't melt, but would turn into a fragile, styrofoam-like something.  In the fifties, milk shakes were hand-scooped, flavored with those syrup-squirting hand pumps, and mixed with upright malt/shake mixers.  Depending on how much milk was added, you could get a icy-cold, sloppy drink or a shake so thick you had to suck 'til your teeth bled to get a taste of it.  Sometime in the late 'fifties or early 'sixties,  all the fast food joints switched to a more automated method;  not sure what it was, but it created a milk shake (or malt)  that had a flavor and consistancy like a milk shake, but like I said,  didn't melt like a real shake.

Anyway, during this sad period in milk shake history (it seems that the fast food chains have all switched back to real shakes, advertising "hand drawn" or "made with real ice cream" ), Jack-in-the-Box was making the best milk shakes.  Sure, they were made from soft-serve,  but it was real and when it melted (admittedly, few shakes in my possession had the chance to melt), well, it melted.  The Jack-in-the-Box french fries were great, too, and I am not sure how it started...maybe like the old Reese's Peanut Butter Cup commercials where the peanut butter eater bumped into the chocolate eater and their snacks collided and mixed together and created a new and better snack, I dropped a fry in my shake or something like that.  But the result, whatever got it started, hooked me,  and fifty some years later, I am still at it.  Dunked last night, in fact.  And MamaCharlie does it, too.

My Dad, the Chief, loved peanut butter and mustard sandwiches.  I know:  ewwwww.  But I know it is true because I had to make them for him. 

MamaCharlie likes leftover turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce on them...she also dips pretzels in cake frosting.

I guess Elvis was not only the King of Rock and Roll, but also the King of Kinky Snacking, with peanut butter and jelly and bacon sandwiches,  peanut butter and banana and bacon sandwiches, and stuff like that. 

So, as I was dunking my fries last night, I got to thinking:  I bet I am not the only one with unusual food preferences.  How about you?  What are yours?  But please...no booger or toe jam recipes...please!