:sigh:
I’m not even going to bother.
:rolleyes:
Heh. Heh.
Sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. Perhaps I should have said it was the **names **of the dishes that were bizarre and not the dishes themselves.
Yeah, OK, I’ll grant you that 
No. I could make a bread pudding that would be yummy with an entree. Depends on how you season it.
I know what bread sauce is, and that ain’t it.
From Wiktionary:
I do not understand this one
When I was a child we had a crabapple tree on our property, and was told they weren’t something one would want to eat. Somewhere in there, juice makers started putting out a drink called “cranapple” (cranberry and apple juices mixed, I now assume) and somehow I got it in my head that they were saying crabapple, and thus thought it was gross and something no one in their right mind would drink.
TV has always done it’s best to make it look like some wonderful tasting ambrosia, but I knew better long before actually tasting it, from smelling it, that it would taste awful. And I was right.
When I was young, I used to be so excited for Tuesdays when we would get our weekly ration of Soylent Green. Those high-energy plankton chips were delicious! Only later when I grew up and after my best friend’s suicide did I find out the truth.
When I was a young kid my brother told me that the purpose of ketchup was to cool your food down. If I had something on my plate that was too hot to eat, I would put cold ketchup on it so I could eat it right away. I went through a phase of eating it on just about everything. I also used ranch dressing for the same purpose. I guess I assumed that condiments were just flavored food coolants.
I also have an aversion to even the thought of trying turducken. It just sounds gross to me, and the first four letters spell “turd”.
What if someone put slices of turkey, duck, and chicken next to each other, instead of nested?
We would always make toasted cheese sandwiches by laying some cheese slices on a piece of buttered bread and placing it under the oven broiler until the cheese bubbled. When I later got a toasted cheese sandwich for lunch at the school cafeteria – two slices of toasted bread with some melted cheese in the middle – I thought, “this is wrong, the cheese is not even toasted.” I still think of a proper toasted cheese sandwich as one slice of bread with cheese on top, broiled.
Not to be pedantic, but your idea of sushi is mostly, but not completely accurate. I made a shrimp something-or-other for which I peeled several dozen raw shrimp. I have had sushi combos that had shrimp nigris in them. That is *not * raw shrimp. And California rolls are supposed to have crab in them – unless that is surimi, that is also not raw.
And you are right. What you got in the school cafeteria was a grilled cheese, heated (as the name implies) on a grill.
I always make that distinction. I love grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, but when I want toast with Marmite and cheese, I stick it under a broiler so that the cheese itself is toasted and brown and bubbly.
Dammit, now I’m hungry at 2:00 am! 
I would probably eat a little of each, separately.
My husband adores the toffee and would mainline it if he were not also diabetic.
One of his aunts worked at a small candy company, she hand dipped the chocolates, and each piece of candy had what they were marked by the swirls on the tops so if you were faced with a box of little brown lumps, all you needed to do was memorize the swirl code and you didn’t need the cheat sheet in the top of the box. Her christmas gifts to everybody were always boxes of chocoaltes customized to what she knew people preferred [so mrAru always got lots of toffees ) ]
As I kid, I believed I could take a drink of milk to cool down what I was eating or, as was more frequently the case, help wash down food I didn’t like but was forced to eat. Come to find out many years later that etiquette demands that you swallow all your food before taking a drink. 
My best friend, at a young age, found herself at restaurant meals having finished her drink before finishing her food, leaving herself high-and-dry with no recourse. So she developed a habit of taking a sip or two at the outset (I guess to vet the beverage for quality), then eating everything on her plate before drinking any more of her beverage, so that there would be no worry of it running out early.
It was a huge industrial bakery right next to the university. When I went there, you had to navigate people going not only to and from the metro, but also into the train station so it was just a mad rush of people. I kind of miss it. This would have been around 1996.
I remember hearing one time that people in Ethiopia eat off one big plate, meaning there is a communal plate the whole family eats off of, but I thought there was one big plate everyone in the country ate off of. It’s weird the way a kid’s mind works.
That reminds me of “There are starving children in Africa” - “OK, can we send them this food?” which brings to mind me talking to Grandpa on the phone when I was very little. He said “I am pushing a raisin through the phone to you” and I fully expected that raisin to emerge from the receiver.
You must have arrived on the green line. If you attended the Foreign/Business University just off Tverskaya, you were there at the same time as a girlfriend of mine, Valentina.