This is the truly the food of the gods. Banana puddin’ never goes out of style. I don’t make it enough, but it’s a favorite around here. You can get it at some pretty fancy restaurants, too, though my banana pudding (she says modestly) puts their’s to shame.
I love tapioca pudding, too, especially when I’m under the weather. It’s my favorite comfort food.
being that Thanksgiving is near…there is that strange, can -shaped, congealed conglomeration we know as cranberry jelly…a very mysterious dish that silently insinuates itself onto our table and into our lives once a year…then disappears as if it had never been there…no one ever having tasted it…very strange.
Oh, I’d forgotten about those! Those were so good!!! I refuse to believe they are no longer available. I am now on a quest!
Sardenes in Mustard - My grandfather ate those little bastards all the time.
I mean - if I had lived in the depression perhaps I’d see it his way.
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Column 8!
Now I feel homesick. 
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I suspect organ meats, or “variety meats” as they’re called in the trade, have become less popular because they’re generally higher in cholesterol than regular muscle-fiber meat. I’ve always tended to react to the idea of variety meat with an “ew” reaction, but I’m half tempted to try some in a proper French recipe. I know that these meats are very much cherished in traditional French cuisine, and you know the saying about 40,000,000 French people.
I am more than happy to hear that those disgusting Jello molds with the nasty fruits & veggies suspended inside are losing popularity. They make me queasy just thinking about them.
Somebody said they don’t see bundt cakes anymore? I just baked an awesome chocolate amaretto one a couple of months ago.
From the deli:
Blood tongue
Sous
Head Cheese
Ham Bologna
From Pittsburgh:
Lemon Blend
Lugar Balogna
And my mother is the queen of Jello salads. I didn’t realize that people ate just plain jello until I moved to Philly. Our church published a cook book as a fund raiser that had everyone’s recipes, and my mother had about 50 of them herself, just so each of her kids would know how to cook.
Swiss steak ™. Or maybe that was just what my mom called a crappy piece of gristly meat cooked with yucky vegetables. I did the “chew it up, spit it into the napkin and excuse myself to go to the restroom” thing when we had that for dinner. Pretty sure I fooled everyone with that trick.
Ice milk. We never had ice cream in the house. Good old watery ice milk.
Tang ™. My mother-in-law drank it all day long. Sadly, she died at a very early age from complications related to Alzheimers. Not sure I would recommend it now.
Pigeons
Beef Tongue
My Mom used to make it for special family dinners when I was growing up, and now I can’t find it even in ethnic groceries.
When eating tongue, how do you know when to stop chewing?
I’ve seen it sporadically in a few places: try Kaufman’s Bakery on Dempster St. in Skokie, just east of the Skokie Swift. If they don’t have tongue, you can drown your sorrows in some kickass chopped liver, not to mention the best bagels west of NYC. Lots of other goodies, too. Or try Ted’s on Devon Avenue, a bit west of California; it’s mostly a large produce stand, but they have a scary deli counter, too. Look way in the back corner, near the barrels of dill pickles. There’s also a kosher butcher on Devon Ave., the name of which escapes me at the moment, but I bet they’d special-order you a beef tongue if you asked nicely.
(I can’t deal with the concept, myself. I’d feel like I was French kissing a cow.)
Nobody mentioned a springtime meal of Navy beans, Poke, green onions and Cornbread.