Is there any food u never get tired of eating?

Saty, u could at least have chosen a properly shaved pussy, lol.

 

Popcorn
Turkey
Pho
Sushi
Oysters
Hot Sauce (not really food but it goes on everything)
Pistachio I ce Cream
Rare Slightly seared tuna

and wine.....I know it is not a food but lord knows it should be

 

Lets see...

Tacos
Sushi
Chicken Salad
Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Chicken
Beef Fried Rice
Steak
There are two more, but they're special meals for me. I rarely eat them.

 

U forgot "WB" aka Knoedel,with Schnitzel with mushroom sauce!!!! Shame on u! Lol Unless u meant that when you spoke about the 2 special meals...

 

You know this!! Haha! I didn't wanna say...you know.

 

Yea...I figured.Lol

 

the word of God and Rice and gravy baby

 

for me I would have to say

Shrimp

Grilled
cocktail shrimp
garlic shrimp
I'm just like Bubba gump when it comes to Shrimp!:smt045

 

grits

grits and gravy

grits and eggs adn bacon

grits adn fish

shrimp and grits


grits and butter

grits and ham,,

steak and grits


grits grits grits grits


oh and Rice adn all those things above

rice adn grits

 

What are grits? The only grit I know of is the stuff they put on icy roads and I don't think anyone really eats that stuff.

 

Some porridge type shit, made from like corn, or wheat or something. It's hella good with butter and pepper. And it's "gritty" looking too. I'd call it a breakfast food, since I've never seen people eat it at any other time, besides my dad, and my dad will eat breakfast food for dinner.

 

grits are a ground corn cereal, much like cream of wheat or oatmeal. but it is savory and not sweet so we add butter, gravy, salt pepper, mix meats etc with them. It is a typically southern US meal eaten by blacks and white middle to lower classes at first but now every class loves them in the south.

 

in the south we eat it for breakfast and dinner alike.

 

Chicken tenders with honey mustard dressing.:tonqe:

 

cherries
chocolate
sushi
prime rib

 

My mom used to make it alot when I was a kid. I miss it lol.

 

I was going to say that - when I lived in H-town, it was a staple, that people eat at all times of the day - or at least the people I knew

 

Lobster with chili cheese fries. With these delicious rolls from this one restaurant. Also with a white Russian and red bull.

 

If you been fucking up and come home to your lover cooking grits, its time to leave....

AL GREEN & HOT GRITS EPISODE:
In Al Green's own words: "It was at one of those prison concerts, for the inmates at the New York State Correctional Facility, that I first met Mary Woodson. She was the kind of woman that when you first saw her, you'd take a second look, and then a third look, and then, after a while, your eyes would just become accustomed to turning her way. Mary was a radiant and ravishing woman. Mary had a classy way of carrying herself: She was statuesque graceful and proud. She was at the prison visiting a friend but she never told me what her friend had did to land in prison. Mary had all kinds of secrets, more that I could have imagined at the time. I casually asked Mary where she was heading after the concert but I already knew the answer and it was "There's nowhere else you're going but home with me."
But Mary didn't fall under my spell quite so easily. She begged off my invitation to come back with me to the hotel. It was late, she had to get up early. So, I offered her a ride in my limo into the city. I wasn't pushing anything. She was pretty and I liked having pretty women around me." But Mary had other things on her mind, right from the beginning. She was a real woman, I loved the smell of her perfume, she was new and exciting.
After my tour, I returned home to Memphis, Mary was in town. The infatuation I had for her blinded me to all the warning signs. I didn't care where she had come from or the baggage she'd picked up along the way. When I asked her about her past, she lied and told me that she had never been married and of course she didn't have any kids. The truth was, Mary had left behind a whole family in New Jersey to come and be with me but I'd only find that out later, after it was way too late.
Soon, her husband had come down from New Jersey to bring her back. She refused but he wasn't going to let her go and made it clear that she belonged to him and their children. She was living out a fantasy on borrowed time.
One night, I was in the studio working on new material when the door opened and a good looking woman rushed in and gave me a hug. It took me a minute to recognize her, her name was Carlotta Williams, a flight attendant I'd met on my travels.
When Mary came to the studio later, I introduced the two women and suggested that we all go back to my house.
The women seemed to get along fine as we all piled in my Rolls Royce. Carlotta sat up front with me and Mary sat in the back.
I kept glancing at Mary through the rearview mirror, disturbed by the strange expression she had on her face. Once she caught me looking at her and fixed me with a cold, appraising stare that sat my nerves on edge.
I went to my room to change my clothes. When I went to the kitchen, Mary was standing at the stove, stirring a big pot of water with a wooden spoon. She turned around and asked me had I ever thought about getting married, I replied, "Maybe we should talk about that in the morning."
When I asked her what she was cooking, she didn't answer me. Then suddenly, she whispered in my ear, "I would never do anything to hurt you."
Carlotta was in another part of the house listening to music. I then decided to take a bath. After I got in the tub, I soon heard a noise, I looked up and Mary was standing with the steaming pot in both hands. In the next second, my world exploded into a thousand splatters of pure agony. Mary had added grits to the water, making a thick, boiling hot paste. With all her strength, she hurled it at me. The grits scorched my naked back. The pain was so intense that I started screaming.
Carlotta burst in. "Al!" she screamed. It was then that I saw the egg sized blisters rising on my burned flesh. Mary rushed out of the bathroom.
Carlotta called a ambulance and was tending to me as best she could-when suddenly, we heard a gunshot. Despite being in pain, I rushed to Mary, she lay on the floor dead, clutching a gun.