This might make me a freak, I'm not sure, but I'm just going to come out with it. I just ate the most delicious peanut butter and cheese sandwich in the whole world. Toasted bread, Skippy peanut butter, thick-sliced cheese.
I'm not sure if that's odd, but I've heard of worse combinations. Ketchup on macaroni and cheese? Really?
Anyhow, I learned this habit as a child from dad, and dammit, he's MacGyver, and if HE can eat peanut butter and cheese sandwiches, so help me, so can I!
I also ate Doritos. And drank a glass of orange juice. I'm pretty sure it was the lunch of champions. I feel much better, thank you.
I also salt my cottage cheese. I don't know what that means, but I blame my parents for that, too, because, why not?