I thought of this exactly when I read the OP. Especially the part about throwing them.
I saw canned asparagus a couple months ago and since I like steamed, baked, grilled, sauted and every other sort of asparagus preparation, figured what the heck and tossed one into the cart. Ya, should not exist. Texture and flavor totally unfamiliar and unpleasant. Why is this even available?
I try to see the good in a new food, even if I don’t care for the overall bite. However, century eggs taste and smell so bad, it approaches comical. From wiki: “…the yolk becomes a dark green to grey colour, with a creamy consistency and an odor of sulphur and ammonia, while the white becomes a dark brown, translucent jelly with little flavor.” The ammonia and sulfur are basically overpowering. ‘Little flavor’ perhaps but those vapors fill your head. I was able to choke a bit down but it wasn’t easy with the gagging and the inner dialog screaming about the hazards of eating cleaning supplies. Yes, I know a billion Chinese disagree. Here, have mine.
I love Hostess Fruit Pies…
And the cheese crackers from Dollar General are so darn tasty.
Sometimes I crave Vienna sausages.
I also enjoy fruitcake. Real fruitcake is not hard as a rock and will not survive a nuclear fall out, despite popular belief.
I double dog dare anyone to disagree with this addition to the list. Somebody tried to, but if the Pi and I are thinking about the same thing, there’s no peanut butter in the middle. It’s just a horrible, chewy, awful thing that’s being passed off as candy. Truly the worst thing ever. Candy makers, stop making these things! Nobody likes them!
Oh Jesus, I just don’t… Look, I get everyone likes different things, but this is no longer a matter of taste; it is a matter of ethics. Canned cheeseburgers are just wrong. Like, in a fundamental, Kantian sense of wrong.
I like pretty much everything in this thread
Except for Maracle Whip as Sicks Ate mentioned. There is no reason in the fucking world mayo should be cloyingly sweet.
You can smell that stuff from a mile away. Just a passing sniff makes me gag. And yet you can find it being sold on countless street corners in Seoul. I am truly baffled as to where the demand is coming from.
Okra, for starters. Another is the bitter melon people in my country like so much. I don’t think it even has an international name. Countries just give it a local term to hide their shame from foreigners.
I love okra. Fried, or in soup. LOVE it. My Grandma made the best fruitcake, ever. The cake was sort of like a great rum bundt cake with a darker taste, perhaps if you can imagine it made with brown sugar. Best fruitcake.
I loathe Necco wafers. My mother said she liked them as a child, but she loves Jordan almonds, which are the devil’s kidney stones. Oh! and she was po’ as a child, sweetened condensed milk was a treat for her.
Does anyone really crave Necco wafers?
I loved to whip Dots at people, never tried a jujube.
Tell me of Now & Laters, what’s up with them, I’m not seeing chocolate, so I’ve not tried them. Never had one offered to me, no one in the group buying at the candy store ever bought them.
Canned asparagus is used as a salad item. You put a piece or small pieces of iceberg lettuce on a salad plate, add about a tablespoon of canned asparagus, careful, it’ll goosh to unidentifiable mush with no warning, then a dollop of mayo or Miracle Whip, top with a dash of paprika. Serve at a ladies’ luncheon with Chicken a la King in puff pastry cups or the like. Back when asparagus was really expensive in season, it was high living.
The guy in front of me at the grocery store checkout the other day had about a dozen cans of Vienna sausages. I used to make sandwiches out of them when I was a kid but I can’t remember the last time I had any. Kind of makes me want to get some now.
Boiled peanuts in a can. Boiled peanuts are vile, slimy and disgusting. I can’t imagine how much worse they would be coming out of a can.
Pickled pig feet. Has anyone ever eaten a pig’s foot pickled or otherwise? It kind of looks like it would just be chewing on a bone with some skin on it.
I love Jujubes. The mall in my town had a Hallmark store with an old-fashioned open candy counter under glass. You could go into it and buy a quarter pound of this, and eighth of that, and a half pound of pralines.
An indelible part of my childhood was going to the Hallmark store, buying a eighth pound of Jujubes (shoveled into a paper bag with a metal scoop), and then going to the movies.
It was an open air counter, so the Jujubes were always hard as a rock. You took a handful, popped it in your mouth, and then sucked on them for ten minutes or so. When they finally started to soften you could start to chew. If you started too soon, you lost fillings and had to pry it out of your dental work.
I still love Dots, Gummis, and many other fruit flavored candies. But Jujubes are special. You have to work for them.
And now I’ll have to go find some. And I only know of one store in town that sells them. :mad:
ETA: of course, my dad loves and seeks out horehound candy, so maybe it’s a genetic deficiency.
Mmm, waxy chocolate six-pack Donettes. I don’t eat them often (they really are horrible for you, even more horrible than most of the stuff I eat) but they’re just the thing for road trips. I was bummed on our last road trip that the gas station mini-mart didn’t have any.
I love Jujubes. The mall in my town had a Hallmark store with an old-fashioned open candy counter under glass. You could go into it and buy a quarter pound of this, and eighth of that, and a half pound of pralines.