Hello hello.
The closest I get to gambling is Food Roulette. Take the lables off of all of the tins in your cupboard, mix them up a bit, then pick one, cook it, and eat it. You can't beat the feeling of hoping for beans to go on your toast and discovering organic lentils.
Actually, the closest I get to gambling is every time I go for a beer, when I spunk my drinking money up the wall on a fruity and walk home feeling like King Twat of Twat Hall. I just figured Food Roulette was a bit more interesting than "...and I lost all my money! Casinos always win!" or "...in the end I was £70,000 up and a Russian supermodel fellated me before washing my dishes and tidying my flat. Which was nice."

Prizes* for anyone who plays Food Roulette next time their gran visits. Pics or it didn't happen.

*Prizes may be nonmaterial
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Sun 10 May 2009, 12:33, 4 replies)

I'd probably cheat
and just buy tinned food I like (i.e. no organic lentils).
(Scritty Bakerman., Sun 10 May 2009, 21:33, closed)

Organic lentils aren't so bad
Tinned peaches on toast isn't any more appetising.
(Shameless, Mon 11 May 2009, 11:53, closed)

I did this to a mate
to return a practical joke after he locked me in my room at Uni for 5 hours.

I took great pleasure in watching him try and eat rice pudding on toast and play food gambling for the next 2 weeks.

That'll teach him!
(Eggstrovert isnt patronising you...honest..., Mon 11 May 2009, 14:28, closed)

I did this for almost a year
The rules were you had to pick two cans, and that was your meal. Items from the fridge (usually only beer, butter and milk in there) and cupboard (bread, pasta) allowed.

As it went on we challenged ourselves and bought tins of some truly hideous stuff, you know the ones, a whole fry up, fifth rate beef curry, I think even tinned lasagne at one point!

It all had to end when someone sabotaged us with tins of dog food. I got halfway through a can of it on toast (tbh it was, if a little bland, better quality than some of the shite we were eating) before I noticed. Didn't really bother me that much but my flatmate went a bit mad over it, I had to finish the remainder of the lucky dip stock myself.

As a side note I am now reasonably (certainly above average) competent at identifying the contents of unlabelled cans of food.
(username1, Mon 11 May 2009, 23:30, closed)