Oh, dear.

During a conversation over lunch, I inadvertently blurted out my own penchant for Spaghetti-O's just today. My coworkers all stared at me in absolute horror. I feel your pain, man.

I suddenly have such a major craving for Watties tinned spaghetti (the New Zealand equivalent).

I still remember the years I lived off campus, outside of Boston, and, on recycling day, walking home, would pass by recycling bins and their sad collections of vacant Spam cans and other delights.

It is the closest I have ever come to finding evidence that such things are, in fact, eaten. One learns some scary things indeed, in college.

No, no Man! You have to embrace the Spagetti-O lover within.

And it's with Franks, man, Franks.

(Geez, it's been like 4 years since I had those. Now you got me all craving them.)

My greatest food sins occured during my college years when I would return home after a drunken night of ass-shaking, crack open a can of some Boy-Ar-Dee horror and spoon it straight from tin to mouth.

Mmmm.... cheese ravioli in tomato sauce.

A not so anonymous officemate suggests getting your spaghetti-os fix at supermarkets with self-checkout lanes so that you can retain your dignity, or what is left of it.

If there were some kind of blog Oscar, you surely would win. I'm in my 40s and still love raw potatoes. That starch on your teeth!! Ahhhhhhhh

Whenever I feel afraid
I hold my head erect
And remind myself that no matter how awful life gets at least I don't have any desire at all to eat Spaghetti-os
And no one else can tell I'm afraid.

I, too, have a shameful love for Spaghetti-O's. I used to pretend they were octopus tentacles. OK, so I still do. But the "meatballs" are key.

God, what if this gets out? They'll never let me into culinary school now.

When we were little kids my brother loved eating raw butter. Also, frozen hot dogs. As in, straight from the freezer. No cooking or even heating involved.
Me? I have no weird food cravings. I eat healthy. That thing I do where I'll occasionally buy a whole bag of Cheetos and scarf it up in one go? Total fluke.

This is my first time commenting here. Crinkle led me here probably a month ago and I've been happily reading along in the background. I had to comment though. You seem to have beat many of us Spaghettio eaters out of the pantry. I too have an occasional weakness for them. Except I can't do the franks or meatballs. For some reason the artificial meat is just to far over the line for me. Not that the rest of it is any less shameful. But I can go one step worse than you. I eat them.....cold. Right out of the can. I don't know what possesses me.

I became vegetarian in 1997, but I still miss Cheesy Macaroni Hamburger Helper the most.
It was so gross, and I LOVED it - and the habit started in COLLEGE because my mom never allowed me to eat it when I was younger. Delayed childhood, perhaps.

Can you just imagine what *you* would eat if *you* were pregnant?!?

You think that's bad... I have the same feelings, but for some reason I like them better straight from the can. That's right, I can't stand the things cooked... only raw from the can. Oh, and with franks instead of meatballs...

Mmmm... must go buy Spaghetti-O's...

I had a roommate in college who ate nothing but baked beans and canned tuna. For three years. Oh, and about twelve pints of beer a day (no kidding). Amazingly, she never gained weight.

I always suspected this of you. I never told, cause I am a gentle gentle man. I am also a doughnut vampire. That was a confession.

When I can, I drink the leftover pickle juice, but Jen would actually die if she knew that, so I need you not to tell her.

The other day, (I am going to write about this in depth cause I am still reeling from the effect) I ate this hard boiled duck egg I got from the Japanese grocery. It was hardboiled in tea and spice, and when you peeled it, the egg was a beautiful translucent black. When you bit into it (chewy rubber, very Giger), you found the yoke to be green and creamy. I was ill before I finished, but I ate the whole fucking thing. I am completely egg poisoned. When I think about it, my eyes flutter back. There are 5 more in the fridge, and I am planning on feeding them to the dogs.

More important happenings will seek you out later.
I really, really love you more than all the Presidents put together,
Johnny

butter and sugar sandwiches, on white bread.

and my friend brian said, when i made him read this, 'baked potatoes. on toast.'

It's always pleasant to meet people who make my peanut butter & raisin sandwiches seem mundane.

'Bout a month ago, our cupboard was bare. Some diced tomatoes and that mysterious can of Campbell's Barley Soup that comes with every house and is left there until you need something to throw to a food drive for homeless people who aren't as picky as you. Anyway, I had to make something to take to work and the only thing I could slap together from what we had was a peanut butter and bannana sandwich with mayonaisse. I felt like the biggest mullet-wearing, trailer-bound hick. But I ate it. Tangy!

My mom used to make me peanut butter, banana and mayonnaise sandwiches. I almost mentioned it, too, but there were so many comments already. So instead I waited until there were more comments. Clever, no?

On my 11th birthday, I unwisely decided that I could make a better peanut butter and marshmallow cream sandwich with warm marshmallow cream. I had never even had a peanut butter and marshmallow cream sandwich before; I just saw the recipe on the back of the jar. So, like the bright chid I was, I put the whole jar WITH THE LID STILL ON into the microwave for two minutes. Marchmallow cream everywhere! Oh, I tremble with fear remembering. You think napalm sticks to kids, try hot sugar and fluffy lard.

i used to eat all the Spaghetti-O's first, saving the meatballs until the end. Then i would mush them up with a piece of white bread and eat them separately. When i was little, i used to pretend it was dog food, and that i was a dog. Thankfully, this fantasy has waned, although i still save the meatballs for last.

I used to be addicted to an item they used to sell in the school cafeteria line, called "Taco Snacks". Basically, they were deep fried burritos that had a glob of barely melted cheese at one end and glob of taco-flavored textured soy protein at the other. And I figured that somewhere in the middle was a little spritz of heroin -- just enough to keep you coming back for more the next day.

Unfortunately, when I graduated, my cravings didn't graduate with me.

I soon found out that the local K-Mart sold those delicious snacks. Now, I have always hated K-mart. I don't know why, but I do. But I found myself driving across town to visit the K-mart cafeteria for my fix. But they eventually shut down the food business.

Some time later, after college, my friend got a substitute teaching position at the same school we went to as kids. He became my dealer. I would give him the cash in the morning and he would bring home "the stuff" after school... But alas, the supply eventually dried up.

"Hi, my name is Chris. I'm a taco-snackaholic."

I love Spaghetti-O's with franks! And I'm not ashamed to admit it!!

Hilarious- I laugh as loud as possible from my wretched little cube that I reside in. The deliciously creative little blogs feed my hunger for something more than a life of drabness and mundanity. Post, write, tell me more my fingers scream out as I press upon these keys-

I get that exact same urge. It has to be the ones with the meatballs though. Fortunately for me, the grocery stores where I am from stopped selling the ones with the meatballs. I have yet to fulfill my urge. Nonetheless, every time I go to the store, I have to check for the Spaghetti-Os with meatballs...just in case. My friend still eats them on a regular basis with cottage cheese. Now that's bad.

I was 14 when I came down with mono, and spent the first 5 days throwing up all foods... except when I ate the unholy combination of chocolate milk (not the kind you add syrup to make, but the store bought thick and nasty chocolate flavored glue) and Spaghettios.

These days, I can not even look at chocolate milk, but I love me some Spaghettios.

And I feel like shit after I eat it, but it stays down.

When I was little I loved to eat raw bacon.

45 years later, I marvel that my idiot mother GAVE IT TO ME.

sheesh.

"Jesus, fuck and Liberace," BEAUTIFUL! Mine is fried Spam sandwiches with Gulden's mustard. The Spam has to be fried until crispy. What's worse is that as a child, our housekeeper would bake Spam with a little pineapple ring on top, as if we would believe it to truly be ham for crissakes!

I have revived my weird food of 4 slices of toasted bread, with miracle whip slathered on, then cut the bread into pieces then drench with syrup! Yum! My 11 year old wanted to have some (NO this is your mothers food, not yours!) Yes, I did say that to him. Ah well, its almost as good as "delicious" (peanut butter, syrup, corn flakes and bananas....its "delicious"). I did let the older two eat this, and oh, my, one of my daughters described it to their teachers, as one of the favorite meals...."delicious". (Well it is!)

gaileee

Mmm.. Mine's Beef-a-roni. Straight from the can or hot out of the microwave. My mouth waters as I type this.

Oh and everyone knows that Wendy's french fries (yeah, I said "french") are yucky unless you dip them in your chocolate Frosty.