Quirky midnight snacks – Strange cravings are meant to be indulged

Some people need their food to be separated neatly on plates with no edges or sauces touching.

Me? I have no issues mixing foods. In fact, I often go out of my way to eat multiple foods together at once, even if it’s not the traditional way to eat them.

Khorre teases me on a regular basis about my once nightly habit of eating spaghetti and boiled* eggs. I couldn’t get enough of them and it took weeks to kick the craving.

Others aren’t really strange to me at all, but because I’ve walked through the kitchen with a bowl more than once and gotten a “Really Jessi? Seriously??” I figure maybe they’re not as normal as I suspected. So this last month, I started taking pictures of some of my snack fests, just in case.

Spaghetti, french fries, ketchup, and yes, brown mustard there, too. I wish I could say I tried to keep them separated, but most bites had some of each.

Chips dipped straight into the avocado. What? Sometimes I don’t want to bother with the knife and spoon process.

Orzo rice with french onion dip gravy, along side lettuce and salsa for a pseudo-salad.

Lamb. We’ll leave it at that. Shhh.

This one’s normal, right? Quick sandwich of bologna I got for free, sliced tomatoes, avocado, and Italian dressing.

Leftover corn on the cob….no butter, no salt, eaten over my laptop. Not exactly the cleanest snack, but could be worse.

Cream cheese and pepperoni sandwiches

Who am I kidding? I don’t take the time to make several mini-sandwiches. It’s usually eaten more like this:

Dipping pepperoni in a spoonful of cream cheese is much more convenient. Hey, I never claimed they were healthy snacks…

*If it’s hard-boiled, I add butter. If it’s soft-boiled, I let the yolk make the creaminess and just add salt and pepper as usual.

Cheese, cheese, cheeeesssseeee – The ducks are quacking

Get up and get me some cheese, man!

It’s quite ironic, really. I’ve been working on this huge pre-move freezer stock-up plan and just days before deciding we are cutting out all dairy for a while, I had a hay day with cheese.

Like this much cheese:

Each of those is an 8 ounce block of cheese, so 30 blocks x 8 oz each / 16 oz in a pound = 16 pounds of cheese. Unfortunately, it’s cheapest for me to buy the small blocks than it is to go to another store for slightly larger blocks of cheese, so it kills me to go through that much packaging, but such is life.

Hole-y cheese!

So what did I do with all that cheese?  I shred it, of course!

Okay, so not always perfect…

I love my Kitchen Aid mixer and all the attachments make it a huge time saver. It took longer to open all the packages than it did to turn it into all beautifully shredded cheesy goodness.

Each kind of cheese produced a huge bowl of cheese.

And then I sorted it all into lovely little sandwich bags. Each one contains about 2 or 2 1/2 cups of cheese, or roughly just under a block of cheese.

Then came the gallon sized freezer bags….

And the Sharpies…

As for the ducks quacking, it’s from an inside joke that no one else will find hilarious, but years later, every so often, someone will still blurt out “The ducks are quacking. I must melt cheese!”  I’m repeating it for no other reason than to have it recorded somewhere so I don’t forget in 20 years. Here’s Mom’s explanation of how it started:

I was making mac and cheese. My pasta was boiling in one pan and in another one, I was melting cheese and putting in milk and such. One of them said, “Oh, cheese! Why are you melting cheese?” and I said “Because the ducks are quacking.” And that’s all there is to it. That’s it.

I don’t know which is more random….that she answered that way, or that the standard silly randomness carried over to being a common thing now. Hmm. Off to go melt cheese now…I can hear the ducks quacking….

Mushroom, mushroom!


*Edit* Grr, I don’t know why the YouTube videos haven’t been embedding properly lately. Sorry. :(

Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger
Mushroom, mushroom!
Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger
Mushroom, mushroom!
Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger
Mushroom mushroom!
Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger
Argh, snake, argh, a snake! Snaaake! Snaaaake! Ooooooh it’s a snake!
Yep, that’s the song I was singing the entire time I was chopping mushrooms, sometimes while the YouTube video played on loop and sometimes sans music backup.
The fruits (or would that be fungus?) of my labor:
Cream of mushroom soup



Portabello goodies:



Served as pie wedges
Mushroom poppers, slices, etc – several bowls left that were used for a variety of dishes


Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger…..mushroom, mushroom!! <3 :P