I love liver! As a kid, I made up my mind to like it before I even tried it, just because I’d been told I wouldn’t. Same with radishes and spinach.
Lessee, I love braunschweiger (hubby always asks why I don’t just eat canned dog food; it’s cheaper, and he’s convinced it’s identical!) But my parents did eat some strange, nasty stuff:
Dad was the one who liked liver and onions. No one else did. Thank goodness, because if mom considered a food too vile for her to eat, she didn’t make us eat it, either!
Mom frequently made succotash. Ewww. She also often ate pickled pigs’ feet. Double ewww. OTOH, here are some strange eating habits of hers that I actually liked: cold meatloaf sandwich, on white bread, with butter; spiced ham on white bread with butter and mini pretzels; creamed chipped beef on toast.
Oh, dad ate sardines too. Yuck.
Rum Raisin ice cream, oh the horror.
OMG, cold meatloaf sandwiches are one of the greatest things in the world!!! Never in a million years would I consider that a strange eating habit!?! 
My mom still makes a Serbian dish ocassionally for my dad that I’ll guess at a phonetic spelling - Ludetna. It is a kind of oily jello made from pigs feet. Never tried it but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like it.
Sounds like some type of aspic. Jellied pig’s feet (or other meats) are pretty popular throughout Eastern and Central Europe. I like mine with meat and suspended veggies (peas and carrots), served with vinegar poured on top and a hearty rye bread.
Ditto. A cold meatloaf sandwich with relish is something I’ll always eat, with relish.
Ratatouille. A plate of boiled vegetable slime? I’m supposta eat that? Eeeeech.
Holy mother of Og, you win.
That’s unbelievably repulsive sounding.
I prefer my meatloaf sandwiches with mayo, not relish.
No, cold meatloaf sandwiches are not strange. Putting butter on them is. :eek:
Even stranger considering my mom never used real butter; what she called butter was really “buttery spread”. I still put butter on lots of things, but it’s the kind of butter that’s made with great cooperation from a cow!
Heathens! Everybody knows you have mustard on a meatloaf sandwich! Well, they did in my family, anyway. Or maybe we’re just really, really white.
Yes, and yes. 
Mustard, relish on white bread. Lettuce if you were feeling really swanky. I really miss the head lunch lady at our school, who retired 2 years ago. She would make meatloaf for the faculty lunchroom every 2 weeks or so, and she’d always save a loaf for cold meatloaf sandwiches the next day for the lucky first few to make it to the lunchroom at lunch. Why, no, that wasn’t why I asked for and got the room 45 feet away. Honest.
Mom never even tried to get us to eat liver and onions (as a grown up I love the stuff), but there was a “hot dog and Bisquick casserole” that I think the poor woman made up and I’ll never forget. Also, for breakfast we often got a “hot applesauce and American cheese on toast” sandwich that was just cruel and unusual.
oh my god, oh my god. I came here to post the Jewish version of this -gala.
Boil (kosher) beef bones until you make beef flavored jello (and stink up the whole house)! Absolutely revolting. My mom would mold it in a copper fish-shaped mold. 'Cause, y’know, there nothing better than fish-shaped, beef-flavored jello.
However, my mom made the best gefilte fish in town. Passover is coming and to me Passover is all about listening to the meat grinder going making a paste of the different fish, to be made later in light fluffy little balls. It was really good.
Gala- oh my god- horrid.
My parents always ate good foods. My grandparents, on the other hand…
The one that still most haunts me to this day is Schav , which my grandmother used to eat with sour cream. Ugh! It looked bad and smelled worse. She tried to get my sister and I to eat it several times, but we were smart enough not to.
Zev Steinhardt
Thank God my parents (and grandparents) never tried to get me to eat P’tcha . (My brother in law, however, eats it. Ugh!).
Zev Steinhardt
Same thing!!! My mom grew up in a Hasidic home in Poland, the wiki article meshes.
Now griveleh (or gribbins as I’ve heard others call it)- now that was good! (fried chicken fat- think cracklin’s for the kosher set.)
We used to eat Spam as an entree. But only on special occasions. I also grew up thinking that Velveeta was fancy. “Cheese product? Ooooh–must be special!”
My mom also used to make some godawful “salad” made of shredded carrots, raisins, and mayonnaise. A lot of mayonnaise. And ours was not a house where you questioned what you were fed. I had to choke that nasty glop down. It makes me gag just remembering it.
My grandma, an otherwise sane woman, would make her own pizzas to satisfy the grandkids, but she wouldn’t keep “expensive” meats or cheeses around the house, so she would use what she had on hand. This is how we got hamburger and American cheese pizza with canned mushrooms. And a can of plain tomato sauce for the base. Mmmm grandma.
So many of my mother’s favorite delicacies are listed here; bone marrow, chicken feet, liver and onions, and braunschweiger to name a few. But I don’t see another favorite listed yet – white bread and stewed tomatoes. I cannot think of anything nearly as vomitous as that muck. Blech. Thank goodness she never did make any of us kids try it.
What we did eat quite a bit, however, was a staple in our chicken soup that we called “eggies.” I would have thought more people would know of them, seeing as how they never seemed hard to come by in the stores when we were growing up, but they appear to be relatively unknown. For those unfamiliar, they are unborn eggs taken directly from the hen’s ovaries upon slaughter, before they become surrounded by the “white” and the shell. The above site has a link to an image of them still in the bird, if you have the stomach to look at it. After they’re cooked in the soup, they look like hard-boiled egg yolks, but the consistency is less soft and crumbly and more like a rubber ball.
Actually, I never really liked those, either, so perhaps it’s a good thing they don’t even sell them anymore.