It's a toss up between
Heart and Kidney stew, which *I* don't even like the sound of, and yet love to eat.
And my "The Thing" which I created once when I was really, really bored.
A thick slice of good white bread, about five millimeters of butter, chocolate sauce, a few random chunks of butter,
slice of bread, the meaty stuff inside cheap meat pies, cheese sauce, cheddar cheese, more cheese sauce but a different brand,
slice of bread, all the butter I had left in the container, leftovers from the previous two nights (spaghetti and meatballs, and baked potato and steamed vegetables).
Then I put this tower in the oven, cooked it until everything was kinda melting and dripping onto lower levels and combining into a kidna messy thing
AND THEN I ATE IT
The creepiest thing, according to numerous friends, was that I enjoyed it. I still stand by what I've always said - two good things can never be a bad thing, and neither can eleven good things.
Uni student. What did they expect?