An Italian beef
Wet bun, heavy spoon, no debate. This is the one that started it — the reason there's a jar at all.
Good on everything
It started as an argument in the kitchen and turned into a numbered list nobody asked for. Every entry has been eaten, photographed, and added by someone who put Mama D's on their plate. There is no end to it. That's the point.
It has to be food. We'll argue about cereal.
It has to have a photo. No photo, no number.
Nothing gets rejected for being weird. Weird is the fun part.
Wet bun, heavy spoon, no debate. This is the one that started it — the reason there's a jar at all.
Celery salt had it coming. Sport peppers optional, giardiniera is not.
Turkey, ham, salami, whatever's in the deli drawer. Turns a six-out-of-ten lunch into a nine.
Cheese is a delivery system. The jar is the cargo.
Yes, really. We were surprised too. Now it feels wrong without it.
Toss it with mozzarella pearls and skip the dressing — the jar brought it.
Sunday dinner, upgraded. Some of the oil goes in the sauce, and that's the whole trick.
Not a meal. Still counts. Nobody said this list was a menu.
This slot is reserved and it doesn't stay empty for long. Put it on something, take a photo, send it over — if the photo's good, you get the number.
Tag us, DM us, or send a photo. We add entries weekly and we never delete one — no matter how strange the pairing.