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Jimmy Dean sausage egg and cheese biscuits, that I buy in a red box from the meat case at Walmart. They are surprisingly good.

My absolute favorite is the classic BLT, with iceberg lettuce and homegrown southern tomatoes.

A close second is deli roast beef, sharp cheddar cheese. mayo, and spicy mustard on rye bread.

Plain corn tortillas dipped in refried beans from a can. Dinty Moore Beef Stew with chopped onion in it. Canned vienna sausages on white bread with catsup. Okay, I guess that's 3, and I haven't even scratched the surface.

My Grandmother had a damson tree in her yard. I remember the taste of her damson pies, sweet, yet delightfully tangy.

Another fond memory I have is the soggy tomato sandwiches we ate at church during Bible School. The tomatoes had been in somebody's garden that very morning. The ladies would make up a bunch of sandwiches for our snack time, and the bread would get somewhat soggy from the juicy tomatoes. It was wonderful!

One of the first attempts by my hubby to cook dinner after I had a stroke. A stir fry of chicken, broccoli, onion, and water chestnuts. Wouldn't have been half bad, but to begin with, the pan was not hot enough. He also didn't have a clue as to when each thing should be added, and as a result, the chicken was only half done, the onions were burned black, and broccoli was cooked to mush. On top of all that, he added way too much cornstarch to the slurry, and the whole dish looked like it had already been eaten and rejected by someone else's stomach. But in the name of respect for his efforts, I choked a few bites down.

I have been a member of Roadfood.com for several years. It is not a blog, but its a great website, with plenty of useful foodie information.

I wouldn't really call it habits, but I have several idiosyncrasies when it comes to food that drive my husband up the wall. I have a VERY weak stomach, and as a result, I.....

Can't eat potato chips or anything else that's eaten with the hands if anyone else's hands have been in the bag. As soon as I come home from the grocery store, I take myself some of the chips or whatever out of the new bag, and put them in a ziploc baggie.

Can't usually eat when people with long hair do the cooking, or if they hover over the food. If I see a hair in the vicinity of something I am eating, it seriously gags me, even if it's not on my food.

Can't eat or drink after ANYONE, other than my husband. If someone wants to taste something I'm eating, I will usually give them the entire thing.

I am polite, and very subtle about this, and nobody but my husband is aware that I have these quirks. As I said, it drives him up the wall.

I absolutely will not eat raw carrots,as I don't like the taste. Cooked carrots are great. I also don't like mushrooms, (it's a texture thing) and will pick them off a pizza. I've also been known to pick them out of stroganoff and shrimp scampi, but only if hubs makes it at home.