At the end of his life, my grandpa subsisted on 2 pints of strawberry banana yoplait yogurt and a pack of Coors light a day. What dietary hell will you fall into?
Chicken flavor Maruchan Ramen. I would eat that shit every day If I didn’t gain 5 pounds per ounce of any carbs I consume.
No idea and hope to die before then as I have seen the progress on this and would not wish it on anyone.
Cold brew coffee and salted peanuts.
When I’m senile? Ice cream sandwiches. I’d have forgotten I’m lactose intolerant, God be with the poor soul taking care of me.
The cheapest insect based product, hopefully.
Is this federating?
I eat less and less the older I get. I feel like eventually, I will be able to sustain myself on air alone.
There’s a religion for that, Breatharianism
The only thing any workingmam needs for any meal is a nice hot pasty.
Give me that and a drink or two, I shall die happy as my forebears before me.
I’m never upset with a decent burger
My grandpa drank 14 cans of Diet Pepsi and a box of Milkbone dog treats when he had the Alzheimer’s.
They are kinda dry.
Chips & Salsa
Hagan Däz Dulce de Leche ice creamDon’t get the one with churro. Not even close to as good.
I love that flavor of ice cream. I’m pissed though, my local Wawa doesn’t carry it anymore
As you hear the words “goodnight sweet prince”, you take your final bite of the Däz.
Sometimes being my flavor of neuro divergent really sucks lmao. I do not have a favorite food. I don’t even really have a favorite flavor. I don’t even like to drink coffee multiple days a week, which is why I have a cabinet with 30 odd types of teas and tisanes.
I don’t even have a favorite texture or flavor profile of food. I definitely prefer bitter and spicy to sweet, but that’s about it. And I find the act of eating comforting in itself, but I have nothing I can point to as a comfort food.
Probably pop tarts and diet coke
I’d hope I get stuck on Drumstick ice cream with the hard shell chocolate
Little Debbie Zebra Cakes all day long.
My dad ate a ding dong a drank a Pepsi every single day for decades. He’s going strong at 85, but it was the stones that made him quit
Mick & Keith really are a couple of wet blankets.
You can’t always get what you want
Thats what I’m talkin’ about.
And I bet this time you recieved blood before you got them
