We’ve all got that one, go-to heinous “meal” we eat at the kitchen counter illuminated only by the light of the fridge.
Twitter user @hayley_hud asked her followers to share “the worst depression meal you’ve ever made.” She then proceeded to post her own, which is “toast with a chick fil a sauce,” a dish she labels an “abomination.” I can’t say I disagree.
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Looking through the thread of what people consider to be their saddest food attempts is like having vague war flashbacks to all of the bizarre things I’ve consumed at 3 a.m. in a sleepy haze. Although, eating slightly stale pretzel rods dipped in sriracha pales in comparison to some of these, er, melancholic hors d’oeuvres.
Here’s what the people have been eating in their darkest moments. You can look and even empathize, but please, don’t get any ideas.
Quesadilla con cry-so
From the Wendy’s Sad Hours menu
It all goes to the same place, I guess
Look ma, no bagel!
I’m pretty sure this is illegal but I’m not a narc, so don’t worry. Just please don’t do it again.
(I realize now that that’s exactly what a narc would say.)
My tastebuds will never forgive this
Reverse hot dog— sounds like a sex position but is actually, quite literally, just that
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead
Ah yes, the three food groups: cheese, sugar, and sport
Please tell me you burned the Tupperware after
It’s my birthday and I’ll eat spaghetti out of a ziplock bag if I want to
I’m 100 perfect definitely not going to ever try this, like at all. Like, I have zero desire to go get a box of push pops and a bowl right this very second.
Eating ramen noodles with the back end of a floss stick? “Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before…”
Alright folks, that’s enough of that. I can honestly say this thread is the most gag-inducing I’ve witnessed on Twitter. Which is a feat, considering, um, it’s Twitter.
Next time I find myself being beckoned to the fridge at an odd hour, I’ll remember this thread and know that someone, somewhere, is eating peanuts submerged in a bowl of milk.
