Christ, I ate some fried pork belly with stewriffic a few months ago. She and another friend had to stop me from ordering a THIRD PLATE. My arteries thank them for it. It was some good shit. I drool just thinking about it now.
Really, I'm swiping drool off my lips as I type. MMMMMMMM.
About once a month I get an irresistible craving for fried Spam. I eat a piece hot and fatty right from the pan, and then I make a sandwich, with mustard. I can't leave it alone. I inevitably hit the leftovers in the fridge until they're gone.
Oh yeah, poutine, baby. Good any time, and the best hangover food ever. Sits in your belly like a potato fist and sends you into a delicious digestive coma. Also, I will always remember the first time I had crab rangoon (last year). Holy dinah, are those things good. I'd never seen 'em before, and think it's a crime we can't get them in my neck of the woods.
OOoooooh, porkin' arteries. My grandmother's house/family business was next door to a Chicharrones factory. Every so often one of grandkids would go over and get a tall paper grocery bag full of "leftovers" for free. Those suckers were huge. Bigger than your head. They'd curl up in cones and be full of texture and flavor.