Does eating paste in grade school count?

When I was a kid (why do I think that most of these comments are going to start, "When I was a kid...") I use to eat Milk Bone dog biscuits. I'd get two Milk Bones, go outside, give one to my dog, Rocky, and eat the other.

I miss Rocky, to this day. Milk Bones I outgrew, easily.

When I was a kid, we used to put jello powder on buttered toast and eat it. This is one of those stories I tell my kids to convey to them how much better their lives are than mine.

Also, I have on more than one occasion been served chocolates with gold leaf. I still can't imagine why you'd want to eat gold, but I have in fact done it.

I used to eat toothpaste when I was like 6-7. I'm surpirsed I don't have some sort of flouride poisening.

When I was a wee little girl, I ate all the red yarn hair off four different Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls.

My hubby has at least tasted just about every dog treat. He likes Milk Bones.

The only thing I've ever been tempted to try are the Blue Dog Bakery peanut butter and molasses cookies - I mean dog biscuits. Boy do they smell good!!

In my former job as a clinical medical person we removed many non-food things from people. The most popular items with the "kiddie" set were small coins, jewelry and soda caps. The older kid (to adults) almost all had quarters that had to be removed.

I was in college during that massive cicda-fest a few years back, and we fried cicadas in an old-bay sprinkled batter. My companions (mostly my boyfriend's friends) ate many and convinced me to try one. Apparently it was a fad on the internet during the invasion, and there was a special technique involved, etc. etc., but it still grosses me out.

It's amazing what seems like a good idea after 10 or so cheap light beers.

We ate BOXES of jello-powder before all of our swim meets to give us that extra burst of energy. None of us made it to the Olympics so I guess it didn't work that well!

I did eat Elmer's Glue as a kid, the liquid stuff not paste. Other than that, I stuck to real food.

There's no real place for this, so I'll put it on the most recent topic...

Mr. McIntyre has a new short video on You Don't Say.

I'm not trying to drive traffic away from D@L, but I know he has fans who seem to come here more frequently that they drop in there.

So when you've finished all your assigned responsibilities in the Sandbox, you should run by the copy desk on your way out of the blog. It's worth the stop.

Glad to know I wasn't the only one aware of Milk Bone's loving ways as a child. I, too, outgrew this phase.

I was also fond of raw Oscar Meyer hotdogs - that should probably count as non-food.

Oh, and I did eat my own boogers as a young child, of course. And fingernails. Oops, was that gross?

And I ate grass a couple times.

My standing bet is "I will give you a dollar if you eat...(fill in the blank)..."

Some items that people have eaten attempting to earn one of my hard earned dollars:

a jar of gourmet mustard (didn't make it)

a packet of instant hot chocolate (didn't make it)

2 chipotle burritos (lost a buck)

an enormous slice of oreo pie in under 60 seconds (lost a buck)

Paste and crayons were high on my list as a kid. I guess the beef fat in crayons made them so tasty.
My mom, as a little kid, used to eat worms.
Gack!

While I was babysitting my nieces I decided to bake them brownies with nuts. I got the can of walnuts out of my sister's cabinet and threw a few in my mouth while mixing the batter. They were mushy, so I looked in the nut can -- it was full of maggots.

No amount of water pressure from the kitchen faucet will get that stuff out of your back teeth.

Paste only counts as a non-food if it is not made with flour.

Take a look at some of the packaged products in your pantry and the question is...are they really food? Or are they better things for better munching through chemistry?

Ham and Lima beans(mf'ers) in a B-4 ration from my Uncle Sam while touring beautiful southeast Asia

I have smoked Jell-O, both red and green. Keeping it lit (lighted for You Don't Say fans) is a challenge, to be sure. But it's a great way to finish a meal and there's always room for it.

When my oldest was a preschooler, she would grab a handful of horse feed from the feed box at her grandmother's horse barn. The middle child would steal Milk Bones from the dog. The youngest preferred people food.

Bucky, maybe that's why you have such a nice shiny coat now.

How about people that chew on their hair or eat the dead skin that they peel off of a sunburn or fingernails? My favorite obsessive behavior that is more common than you would think: trichotillomania, the obsessive need to pull out your own hair.
http://www.trich.org/index.asp
While some people do it on their head, it is more common for people do eye brows, eye lashes (ew), ear and nose and arm and leg hair. I know people that do all of these. If you don't do it on your head, nobody is really going to notice a bare patch of forearm hair.

Just killing time waiting for Bourbon Girl to get back from getting her hair cut. I've run out of obsessive activities since my fingerstips are raw from playing the guitar, my oto-trichotillomania is in remission, and my thimble collection is in order. I already organized my Penzey library of tiny spice jars by genre. Now if my illegal bittorrent of House would finish downloading I could watch that. It's like an excitement factory here.

carolb--and how did your three kids turn out? Any barking or whinnying?

Owl, If someone wants a first hand look at someone who has the eyelash plucking obsession, look at Kathy Griffin's tour manager, Tom. For months I could barely stand to look at him and I couldn't figure out why. Then one week Kathy was ratting him out about the eyelash plucking thing. Yuk.

my fingerstips are raw from playing the guitar

I play multiple stringed instruments, and find it incredibly annoying that none of them share callous locations on the left hand fingers. Bass callouses don't help a bit for playing guitar. Guitar callouses don't help a bit for playing mandolin. Etc., etc.

Well, OMG, you could do what library staff do when they've finished classifying things by genre, and invent sub-genres or devise really obscure arguements why something that would, on the surface, obviously belong in one place, but, due to logic, reason and obscure facts, actually belongs in another.

Years of entertainment there, I promise.

I used to love sand when I was a kid. That nice grit. (Still like sugar cookie dough for the same reason). And I ate raw oatmeal because I wanted to be a horse - and had the hands-and-knees gallop down cold.

A friend used to eat the candles from birthday cake. No, not lick the icing off, but eat the wax, leaving only the wick.

KristinB, I still eat raw oatmeal, but never aspired to be a horse.

Paper straw wrappers. I still do it sometimes...

When I was a kid, after i ate a cupcake, I'd eat the liner that you peel off (the 'cup" if you will).

...and when there was no crawdads, we ate sand...

Welp, I've tried chocolate-covered ants (not bad, but admittedly they were more chocolate than ant) and some other "cooked" bug, maybe fried grasshoppers? I seem to remember an interesting crunch, but not much taste.

OMG, sadly I chew hangnails, and my fingers often look pretty skanky because of it. At least I stopped chewing my fingernails in my 20's, deo gratias.