I tried (jarred) gefilte fish once. It was ‘Meh.’ It was better wrapped in bacon, but I won’t be buying it again.
I like canned corned beef hash. Libby’s. Objectively, it’s kind of disgusting. But i cook it until it’s got lots of brown crunchy bits, and i love it. I don’t eat it too often, because I’m sure it’s bad for me.
I also enjoy fake crab meat. No, it’s not as good as crab. But it’s quietly available and salty and delicious. I like pickled herring, too, but doubt I’d be looked down on by foodies for that.
My grandfather ate gefilte fish.
I thought it looked like poop from someone with a severe bile pigment deficiency.
I’m not so sure.
I am no keeper of the “rules” but I consider myself a foodie and, to me at least, that does not mean snobby at all. I’ll go to McDonalds with you and enjoy a Big Mac.
To me, “foodie” embraces all food. Not just hoidy-toidy food. And, to be sure, there are some things I do not like or will not eat (but I will generally be more adventurous than most when it comes to food).
I’m with you. Nice comfort food. A couple of slices of toast and canned spaghetti or Beef-A-Roni heated in the microwave makes a nice lunch.
Nobody has said it yet, so I will: mass-produced commercial beer of the Bud/Miller/Coors variety. On a hot day, on the golf course or after yardwork, or just watching the game on TV with the gang, nothing beats it. There’s nothing wrong with craft brews or with IPAs, stouts, and porters, and I rather like those. But everything has its time and its place, and the place for the mass-produced commercial stuff is on a hot day on the golf course or after doing yardwork.
I like margarine more than butter (which I find kind of bland, on top of being harder to spread when kept in the fridge).
If I’m going to eat red “licorice,” give me the cherry-ish flavor every time.
This is the first post I wholeheartedly disagree with. I mean it’s not even close. Margarine…yuck! Not to mention the effect on the bowels it usually has.
Of course, to each their own. If you like it that is all that matters for you.
Are we allowed to disagree with previous posts? Because I can also crap on a lot of the suggestions thus far, if you prefer. 
I made a stop there in August last year when I was in town. So much to buy there!
Ditto, only the roast beef hash, and Hormel chili with beans.
A restaurant I occasionally go to for dinner serves corned beef hash all day long. I ordered it. The waiter asked, “Do you want the canned corned beef hash or the fresh?” I said, “The fresh, of course. Who orders the canned?” He replied, “Everybody else.”
For me, it’s premade puff pastry and Hillshire Lil Smokies (dipped in ketchup) and man, I need to update my grocery list now!
I can’t really drink anymore because of my liver disease, but when I did, I enjoyed our regional versions of the standard American macrobrew lager - Olympia (RIP) and Rainier. One time in Portland I visited a food cart court with a beer cart on site which was selling a craft-brewed version of the standard lager under the name “Dad Beer”.
It tasted the part.
Bar food.
One of the reasons I try to stay out of taverns is because of my weakness for deep fried shit. Tater tots, onion rings, fries, grilled burgers, tato skins. Nothing like sitting in a dive bar with a cold draft eating that garbage.
We do go out for a fish fry at least once a month. This is Wisconsin after all. There is nothing as satisfying as a Friday fish fry.
Yeah, me too. I miss those. At one point they changed the name to something like “Seafood Sensation”; I don’t know whether that means they never had any real crab or whether they changed from a formulation that included trace amounts of real crab to one that had none at all.
I was going to chime in with bologna, until I remembered that I bought some not long ago out of a sense of nostalgia. It had been 10 years or more since I’ve had it, and I had to admit to myself that I was a bit disappointed. The texture was mealy and off-putting.
I ate bologna and cheese sandwiches every day for lunch from 7th grade to 9th grade. Either bologna has changed, or I have.
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This is what I was going to say. Ahh, the memories of my dad opening both ends of the can so it could be shoved all the way thru in one go without leaving any of that brown goodness behind, and no scraping the can, either. Then mashing it into a couple of small heaps in a pan and letting it sizzle until getting crispy around the edges, then flipping it to crisp the other side, like a hamburger patty. Finally, dimpling the top, separating an egg and dropping the yolk in there, cover a couple minutes to par-cook the yolk, and then serve hot. With a slight touch the yolk pops and oozes like lava!
I shared this delicacy with my young wife, who never had and she loved it, but we realized that one serving of half a can offered 50% of the sodium and like 70% of the fat you needed daily (saturated fat, at that), so we stopped enjoying it (but we do point at it at the store, fondly).
The traditional accompaniment is grated horseradish. And of course, the mass-produced jarred version of anything is rarely the best version. (They sell a better version frozen at Kaufman’s.) My grandmother used to doctor up the jarred version by simmering it in its liquid and adding carrots, onions, and celery, and it was a big improvement.
Canned cranberry stuff.