Snacks 06/07/06

Another comment on snacks...
My fiancee, bless his heart, enjoys a culinary delight he has dubbed "The White-Trash Burrito". His best friend seems to enjoy this little mouth-party as well. They say it stems from growing up in real live trailer parks and subsiding on Hamburger Helper sans hamburger and the like.

It's a tortilla, with a heavy dose of margerine and peanut butter. One must put more margerine on it than peanut butter though, because lord knows if you live in a trailer park you can't afford real butter. We're talkin' Safeway-brand Country Crock, ok? Unless your government check has just been cashed at your friendly local liquor store, then hell! You can get Budwieser instead of Busch, and of sheeyat, let's go all out and get some real mac and cheese! The Kraft kind!

Anyways, without fail, every night, about a half hour before we go to bed, when Dean is a good four or five beers in, he look at me and says "I'm hungry. Make me something."

"Would you like some soup? Some cinnamon toast?", says I.

"No."

"Ramen?"

"No."
"Peanut butter and jelly?"

"Getting warmer", he says.

The first time I made the white-trash burrito I screwed it up, cuz I put more peanut butter than butter. Now I know the peanut-butter to butter ratio.

And you know what? When it's ten-thrity at night, you're half drunk, lying in bed listening to Dave Chappelle and the snack monster comes creeping into your belly...

It's not a bad snack.