Frozen grapes. A good lemon or lime ice. Good salads. All work for me.

Maybe it is the camping effect? When camping, I'm hungry every hour, on the hour, no matter how many grilled sausages I ate last hour. Even if I'm just sitting around reading Terry Pratchett to my partner, every hour, there must be a protein-filled meal.

Chocolate covered strawberries.

Ooooo... I delight in American seaside treats. I love your weenies on buns.

Marshmallows covered in caramel from Wockenfuss. Yummmmmm.

My child within loved Baskin-Robbins daiquiri ice--close enough?

(Whispering) Do you think if we ignore him, he'll go away?

Yummm...Alaska Stand!

Dahlink, as a child, my favourite flavour was Baskin-Robbins daiquiri ice.

Got over it.

My theory about beach food runs like this: Too many people get too dehydrated to think clearly. They walk up to the boardwalk and suddenly everything seems tasty. I remember someone at Wildwood once getting a wand of cotton candy and walking back onto the beach. When a puff of wind blew sand all over the blue cloud, you could practically hear the click of the lightbulb going on. The combinations of pizza toppings available on the boardwalk in Wildwood offer another clue. "Hey, let's see if anyone will eat this!"

Marshmallows covered in caramel

Sounds like a week end in Brighton beach in 1975.

Frozen chocolate-covered banana!

under the boardwalk
boy shares his necco wafers
Mein Gott im Himmel!

People at my office bring back Fishers caramel popcorn and at that point it is stale unremarkable bucket popcorn that sticks to your teeth and requires a lot of dental floss to fix. Or maybe it's like that to begin with. I don't know because when I go to the beach I want grilled fresh seafood (or grilled anything) and cold beer. Maybe the Fishers stuff is great when it's freshly popped.

Oooooo..... Bonbon Girl is back. Perhaps since your boy-toy has abondoned you for roping doggies, you would like to visit the Manor for some Anglo-Sexony festivity. I can have Vivian boil some potatoes and whip up some oatmeal cookies, my Hiberian lass. What say you?

Did I mention that Beverly has filled the larder with Jack Daniels and digestive crackers? And we have slip and slide.

Laura Lee, I'm a bit aghast at what you may have gotten up to at the beach .

Mom loves Fisher caramel popcorn. Years ago, I got her a big plastic tub of it, and left it in the car for an hour. All the popcorn in the middle of the tub melted into one big lump. To solve the dilemma, I decided to rap on the sides of the tub. The top flew off and the popcorn volcanoed all over the parking lot. I had to get another tub.

Love's Lemonade. I crave it and no matter what I never get to OC to get it.

ideal Boardwalk food for me: Dough Roller Pizza, Kohr Brothers Frozen Custard, Thrashers fries, Dayton'ts fried chicken, and yes, the Alaska stand (9th street)

I'm not from Maryland so I was wondering: Is it possible to get grilled conch around here?

Is it possible to get grilled conch around here?

No, not that I've ever seen. If you did find it, it would have had to have been shipped in from somewhere else.

I just saw this. How strange a coincidence. I just put a story about fresh grilled conch on my new blog.

After having delicious grilled conch in Puerto Rico, I tried to find it everywhere. No luck. I read somewhere that it is hard to find because it is over-fished. So sad. I love me some conch.

You can get it at sushi bars but it's just not the same.

Ooooooo... gracious me. I seem to have scared little Bonbon Girl away again. Perhaps she is playing connect the dots with her freckles or collecting cockles and mussels for her twelve children.

Lissa and Laura Lee, we used Necco wafers when we played "Going to Communion" as kids. Laura Lee's game sounds far more salacious.

Lord Marmalade,
Perhaps your entreaty to Bourbon Girl was a bit out of line.

I kind of liked Necco wafers. We used to get them in a little candy and cigar store after Mass. I never in a million years associated themn with the host though. We could get one candy and it just seemed like you got more variety and bites than with a Mounds or Mars bar.

BTW Go terriergirl. Nice photos. Did you mean for them to be, erh, symbolic?

Playing communion with Necco wafers sounds very New England, YumPo.

Necco wafers? They're boring. All the Catholic kids I knew were more interested in the devil. Maybe the Church would have gotten my attention if communion wafers had some flavor, like say, nacho cheese or Cool Ranch. Necco wafers are for nerds! B>)

Owl Meat Genuflection,

Clearly, you've never even had Necco wafers if you think they're boring. All those lovely, muted colors and sophisticated anise/mint flavors appeal only to those with the most refined palates/palettes.

Cool Ranch communion wafers has to be the worst blasphemy I've heard in years. And I'm not even Christian!

Owl,
I like the idea of nacho cheese communion wafers (hosts). Maybe the Church could have different flavors at different Masses, like pesto, or sundried tomato, or nacho cheese or even jalapeno for the later services.

Or maybe just white cheddar, or colby jack for the less adventurous.

The flavored ones would be even better if they let the communicants have a drink of the wine to wash it down.

All just in fun, of course.

Cool ranch communion hosts? You blaspheming dork weenie. Your comeupance is coming soon cabellero! Tee hee. Very soon. LMAO.

The thing about communion wafers was that they were the first thing you'd had to eat since dinner the night before. They weren't bad under those circumstances.

Hmm, that might have been blasphemous also.

Lissa, I thought were were the only ones who played that game when we were kids until I met someone from Cincinnati who told me he and his friends did the same thing.

OM, in first grade, I attended a Catholic school which was affiliated with the parish where we attended Mass and where my parents were very active members. Sister went around the room and asked all of us what we wanted to be when we grew up. The other kids' answers were fireman, teacher, policeman, priest, nun, nurse, doctor, blah, blah, blah. Finally she came to me. I told her I wanted to be a nun. No problem.

The next year, Sister again went around the room (we had the same group of kids all the way through Grade 8) and asked the same question. Same answers, then she reached me. I looked at her and said clearly "I want to be a stripper".

She and Father called my parents.

I also played necco wafer communion as a kid.

I was dragged to confession every Saturday afternoon, but being a pretty good kid I had nothing to confess so I made up things to confess thereby having to add a lie to the list for telling fibs to the priest in the confessional. Strange religion.

"I want to be a stripper".

Oh YumPo, you are my hero. A rare laugh out loud moment. You have some good stories. Weren't you the one who ordered a martini in a restaurant when you were little

Who was it that said that Catholic school eventually teaches religion out of you? If you're paying attention that does happen.

Yes, kitkat, lying in confession is a paradox. Catholicism (and all religions) is like another religion, Marxism, nice theories, just not good for humans. Remove human nature and all the ism's work better.

So does that mean I can order that stripper pole for the house? That woman on TV, you know the one, she says it's a really good workout. I think it's time to rebel against the Church some more.

I am quite sure you were referring to a sub-specialty of house painters, YumPo.

A stripper pole in my house? Sure, I'm sure it will be a great workout out for you. Knock yourself out, dork. :-)

I've loved Fisher's popcorn for as long as I can remember - it's all my Dad's fault. He lives in Ocean Pines, and we would drive across the bridge specifically to get popcorn (or Thrasher's fries, for that matter). If we don't finish it right away, we generally refrigerate it to avoid it going stale or sticking together too badly.

We never eat it on the beach, though. It would barely make it the car ride home.

I perfer Dolly's popcorn. And I used to play Necco communion with mine too.

Fisher's, Dolly's, whatever ... caramel popcorn is SO good! My delightful younger brother will bring a bucket when he visits OC. A caramel-covered marshmallow is one of life's great pleasures. On the few occasions that I go to Five Guys, I'll go next door to Wockenfuss for a marshmallow or two as dessert. Yum!