I don't know about you but when I was a kid, eating on the car was strictly verboten. Even in the summer when my dad brought us to the Dairy Queen for ice cream cones we had to sit at a picnic table in the parking lot, our sticky hands and faces a safe distance from the car.
Fast forward 20 years to when hubby and I started dating. I got conditional permission to eat McIntosh apples in the fall in his sports car while we toodled around town but in the spring, this permission was rescinded along with a stern lecture, when he discovered one of my apple cores had overwintered under the passenger seat. Oops.
To make up for such a strict upbringing, I've been known to eat all kinds of stuff in the car as an adult. My favourite is strawberries from road side stands and I'm very careful to never leave a mess except what drips occasionally on my own clothing.
On a recent trip to the town of Antibes, just down the coast from Monaco, I bought a kilo of peas and I decided to make the best use of my time so I shelled them in the car while we were zipping home on the highway. How's that for multi tasking? Preparing dinner and snacking on strawberries at the same time!
When we arrived home, I had a full half kilo of shelled peas, less losses due to sampling of course. I think my dad would approve.
Oh, and I checked under the seats just to be sure I didn't drop any.