There is nothing like a midnight snack...or meal. It's almost like you are getting away with something. To feel that glow of the refrigerator light on your face as you stick a fork into last night's cheesecake or left-over lasagna is almost priceless.
Almost. But thankfully that's where Spanx come in handy.
So when I think back to my favorite middle of the night meal, I immediately remember the summer I went salsa dancing every weekend and sometimes on Thursdays. I had a salsa partner and he and I spent hours on the dance floor, trying to act like we were part Latino and keeping casualties to a minimum. We even went to competitions so we could learn new moves, some of them were successful, some of them ended up with me on the floor.
Most Saturday evenings would start around 9:30, after the free lessons had cleared the dance floor and the live band began to play. And almost every week we stayed until it closed, which was between 1:30 and 2:00. On the ride home, feeling both completely exhausted and exhilarated, was when the hunger kicked in. And you knew that if you didn't find food IMMEDIATELY, you would eat the upholstery off the seats.
So, do you know what I ate every single Saturday night? Are you ready for this?
Oh that glorious golden bell that beckons both young and old, rich and poor, hillbilly and snob. You may laugh at my dubious taste in late-night cuisine, but you have never tasted anything quite so delicious as two crunchy tacos with medium salsa after a night of trying to be the next Shakira. Words cannot describe such a feeling of contentment and satisfaction. And to this day I can't go to Taco Bell without busting out a little rumba or meringue.
After the feeding frenzy, I would go home, hang up my salsa shoes and sleep like there was no tomorrow.
Or until my alarm clock went off for church.
Either way, it will be hard to top that because there are few things that I love more in this world than salsa, both the dancing and the condiment.
So, what is the best thing you have ever eaten in the middle of the night? C'mon, don't be shy. It can't be worse than scarfing down fast food under the buzz of a parking lot lamp.