Valerie often asks for food she sees in a TV show. If it's something we have on hand, and is a reasonable request, I will sometimes oblige her. It's not like I can point any fingers. I have been known to drive several miles to a 24-hour donut shop in the middle of the night to satisfy a TV-induced craving for a chocolate glazed donut.
She just asked for a "sandwich like Buttons" while we were watching Wakko's Wish. I hadn't really been paying attention, but I thought a sandwich was probably something I could manage. I was trying to decide what to make for dinner anyway, and sandwiches seemed like a reasonable alternative to cooking. So I grabbed the remote and rewound the movie to see what kind of sandwich Buttons had, hoping it was something that I could pull off with peanut butter and/or cheese.
It was a a stack of seven raw steaks.