Guilty Food Pleasure...

Yeah, I eat tuna straight out of the can.

 

Tom Waits lyric or typefitter food transportation disaster?

 

From David Sedaris ...

I knew that it was just a matter of time before she came into my room and started collecting the candy herself, grabbing indiscriminately, with no regard to my rating system. Had I been thinking straight, I would have hidden the most valuable items in my dresser drawer, but instead, panicked by the thought of her hand on my doorknob, I tore off the wrappers and began cramming the candy bars into my mouth, desperately, like someone in a contest. Most were miniature, which made them easier to accommodate, but still there was only so much room, and it was hard to chew and fit more in at the same time. The headache began immediately, and I chalked it up to tension.

My mother told the Tomkeys she needed to check on something, and then she opened the door and stuck her head inside my room. "What the hell are you doing?" she whispered, but my mouth was too full to answer. "I'll just be a moment," she called, and as she closed the door behind her and moved toward my bed, I began breaking the wax lips and candy necklaces pulled from pile no. 2. These were the second-best things I had received, and while it hurt to destroy them, it would have hurt even more to give them away. I had just started to mutilate a miniature box of Red Hots when my mother pried them from my hands, accidentally finishing the job for me. BB-size pellets clattered onto the floor, and as I followed them with my eyes, she snatched up a roll of Necco wafers.

"Not those," I pleaded, but rather than words, my mouth expelled chocolate, chewed chocolate, which fell onto the sleeve of her sweater. "Not those. Not those."

She shook her arm, and the mound of chocolate dropped like a horrible turd upon my bedspread. "You should look at yourself," she said. "I mean, really look at yourself."

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Sedaris is so good

 

My summertime staple as a teenager was eating a microwaved can of Chef Boyardee spaghetti and meatballs while sprawled out on the living room floor watching "The Young and the Restless." Amazingly, I remained a virgin deep into the aforementioned teenage years.

 

Girl Scout cookies.

 

This made me think of Bill Haverchuck in Freaks and Geeks.

 

I've often been tempted. A chain near us called Arooga's offers the donut with bacon and peanut butter inside. Never pulled the trigger, though.

 

Look at that thing though. How would you possibly explain that to an alien?