[ul][li]Cow brains[/li][li]I got home late on evening when mother served liver and had to eat it cold.[/li][li]Heated beets. (I actually like cold pickled beets)[/li][li]Boiled okra (fried okra {not the frozen kind} is wonderful.)[/li][li]My mother-in-laws grits [sup]How a woman from Abbeville, AL could screw them up so bad, I don’t know.[/sup][/ul][/li]
Tongue I love it, but it is too expensive. What the hell does McDonalds do with all those cow tongues? Sorry, that should be another thread.
wow, cream of mushroom soup was my favorite food when i was a kid! i once won some contest and the prize was lunch brought for the winner by a teacher the next day. even though i brought a thermos of cream of mushroom soup to school every day back then, i still requested it as my prize lunch too. /tangent
my dad would always try and be sneaky when the family went out to eat at a restaurant. he ordered calamari and let me and my brothers think we were eating onion rings. they weren’t bad actually. but once, he ordered something in a hushed whisper. i heard the word escargot and i knew what that meant! i hid my designated piece of snail under something on the plate while my brothers reluctantly chewed away. (dad had ordered them cut up and without shells so no one would know.) yick!
i did eat grosser things, like pork skin and spiced dried octopus. but i remember liking such at the time, as much as it makes me feel ill now.
Once when my cousins were staying with us, my mom (who is a mediocre cook) made this weird, thick as tar, cheese sauce mixed with shell pasta. You could smell it forever, and you had to chew it forever to get it down, then it sat like a rock. My cousins got sneaky, one of them acted like she was having a fit or seizure, distracting mom, while the other one ran to the bathroom to spoon enough of what was on the plates into the toliet to look like we ate it. Mom still to this day gets mad when we describe how nasty it was; “it was good”, “you ate healthy”, or “I was trying something new” are her usual replies. But she never made it again.
My sister and I had years of putting up with Mom’s favroite after-dinner dessert: a canned pear half served on a lettuce leaf topped with a big gob of mayonaise and huge slivers of Velveeta “cheese”. She loves this stuff for some reason, and can’t understand the gag reflex it would bring out in us (my tongue is rolling back even as I type this). After years of bitching, she finally began to just give us the plain pear halves like we wanted. She must have realized how much mayo and “cheese” she had wasted over the years from us scrapeing them off with our spoons.
My parents didn’t usually make us eat things we found really disgusting, the just insisted we try anything at least once. “You might like it!” The grossest things were sea cucumber, sea urchins, fruit bat, and some kind of pacific dove. The fruit bat probablly wouldn’t have been that bad…but the whole bat was on the plate, wings and all.
I love calamari! What’s wrong with it?
I remember this GREAT Chinese (I’m not swure what kind) restauarnt in Arlington. Had fried calamari.
Best. Appetizer. Ever.
Melted like M&M’s, I swear.
Tuna casserole. The potato chips that lined the pan were limp from oil.
Brussels sprouts and asparagus are ambrosiatic when lightly steamed and served with Hollandaise sauce. You, (as my Dear Mother of the above casserole would say) just don’t know what’s good!
My grandmother makes orange Jell-o with shredded carrots floating in it. I like Jell-o and I like carrots. I can’t stand the texture of the two combined. Jell-o should not be chewed, it should be smished down the throat. Try smishing shredded carrots down your throat, I dare you. These days Grandma makes a whole batch of plain Jell-o just for me. Everyone else seems to enjoy her mutant orange-colored creation.