I’m reading the book Good Calories, Bad Calories and the author mentions lumberjacks (in Scandinavia?) eating a block of cheese with either lard or butter (forget which) spread on top and washed down with ale.
Now, that sounds horrific on so many levels. I couldn’t imagine sucking down an ale, then heading off to the woods with my axe, and no way in hell am I eating buttered cheese.
One gross combo that stands out is my Dad snacking on buttered Saltines. That just sounds so awful.
This isn’t really a food, but I remember some PBS show that showed the women of some South American tribe making an alcoholic beverage by chewing the ingredients, then spitting that into a container and allowing it to ferment for a while. The smell must have been horrible.
My mom does the butter-and-soda-crackers thing. My sister gets grossed out by it.
My dad puts Cheez Whiz on everything. I got really disgusted one time at supper when he put Cheez Whiz on rice, so at least he doesn’t do that anymore.
I was once offered a bite of a peanut butter and mayonnaise on Wonder bread sandwich. I tore a little piece off and tried it. It was exactly as gross as I thought it would be. I told my co-worker, “yep, that’s some kind of sandwich!” And I left the room as quickly as I could without looking like I was trying to escape.
I’m out of luck. I don’t like onions, and they’re in so many dishes. I hate it when I order a pepperoni pizza, and it ends up having onions on it as well (sometimes as part of the sauce.)