Every once in a while I'll eat a bowl of peanut butter and waffle syrup in honor of my father. My pop turned me on to that one.
Also, when I was a kid, I apparantly had asked for baked beans on my vanilla ice-cream at my grandmother's house one birthday. They said I liked the dish very much and was all excited about it.
I haven't worked up the nerve yet to try them in recent years, though.
