A chat with a dear friend of mine this morning prompted this blog.  Well, when I say dear friend, I mean insane stalker.  As he was warning me with eating my internal organs with a glass of Boone's Farm, it made me remember some of the more strange things I've called dinner.  Let's explore that, shall we?

One thing I used to love was a big ol' plate of chicken gizzards covered with cream gravy.  While anything covered with cream gravy sounds like heaven to an Oklahoman, do you know what a gizzard is??  If not, let me enlighten you.  It's an organ in birds (and earthworms, of all things) that acts as a grinder.  The bird will swallow grit and rocks, among other random objects, and those things will roll around in the gizzard to help break down the food for digestion.  Then KFC goes in there, rips out those organs, deep fries them, and we call it food.  Yummy, eh?

Another Oklahoma treat I only ate when I was young.  Because I didn't know better.  I swear!  When I would stay with my grandfather, his everyday breakfast would consist of pork brains and scrambled eggs.  I ate it up like a good little carnivore.  Had no idea.  Honestly.  I still gag when I think about it.  Though...I do feel a little smarter...

When I was almost 17, I left home, got emancipated, and got my own apartment. I was working at KFC (of all places) and barely scraping by.  I would buy those gi-normous packages of store-brand bologna, a jar of grape jelly, and that would last me awhile.  Put the jelly on a slice of bologna, pop that baby in the microwave for 20 seconds, and chow down.  Breakfast (and lunch) (and dinner) of champions. 

Besides having all the leftover KFC I could handle, a friend of mine worked at a donut shop down the street.  We would trade trash food often.  There was one week that I lived off of stale donuts.  The only thing I had in my fridge was a huge black garbage bag full of random, crushed, cold pastries.  Though, pastry is kinda too a fancy word for what I was eating.  It was more like...well...garbage.

I did eat a whole meal of cat food once, but I was really little and it wasn't meant for me.  I remember seeing that the neighbor had poured his cat a big pile of food on their driveway.  So I toodled on over there (lord knows where my parents were), sat down in front of it, and started eating.  I'm fairly sure I ate the whole thing.  Thank god they didn't also put out a bowl of antifreeze.

Ya know, all this food talk has me starving.  Is it wrong that I'm now craving a plate of gizzards and gravy?  *gasp*   Well, thankfully, I don't have any of those handy.  I do, however, have a brand new bag of Meow Mix.  Hmmmmmm....