[QUOTE=Beware of Doug]
Omigosh, it’s the much vaunted Lime Jello, Marshmallow, Cottage Cheese Surprise!
Warning: RealPlayer, cast-iron stomach and high tolerance for la-di-da required.
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I don’t have RealPlayer. Does it have the recipe?
[QUOTE=Johnny L.A.]
Mom used to put oysters in the stuffing. Oysters belong on a po’ boy. Not in stuffing. that’s one of mom’s recipes I’m not going to try to duplicate.
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Oysters belong in your hanky with the rest of the phlegm.
[QUOTE=Caridwen]
candied sweet potatoes - yams
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I still insist that yams and sweet potatoes are the same thing. People tell me I am wrong but I cannot be convinced.
And they both taste potatoes mixed with wierd sugar and top soil.
::::shudder:::::
Rutabagas. Even the word looks, I don’t know, sort of rude and perverted somehow.
I don’t know why, but this vile susbstance has become kind of a holiday staple in my family. The taste of rutabagas sickens me. The smell repulses me. The knowledge that it exists saddens me.
Thank God cilantro isn’t a common holiday food seasoning.
Cilantro spiced rutabagas = death by lethal ingestion.
[QUOTE=Chefguy]
Oysters belong in your hanky with the rest of the phlegm.
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Sounds like the oysters could get boiled up for the cat along with the butt bag parts.
I don’t like turkey. Never have. Even before I was vegetarian.
I am thankful to never have been presented with sweet potato casserole. I think it’s one of those “Americans are so weird!” things up here, I never heard of it until this board. Love sweet potatoes in all other forms, tho, although we don’t usually have them for holiday dinners. Roasted sweet potato is a tradition I could get behind!
(Yams would be good too, if you had enough gravy. Onion gravy for me, please.)
Don’t really love pumpkin pie, either. What’s the point of eating pie that’s not cherry (or, in a pinch, apple or strawberry/rhubarb)? I don’t get it.
Big bowl of corn niblets, most likely boiled from frozen. I don’t know why each of my 3 grandmothers served this every holiday. Ick.
The absolute worst thing about holiday foods, tho, is the smell that comes out of boiling up bits of turkey (bones, neck, giblets, even meat). Instant nauseant for me. ugh. I feel sick just thinking about it. Make a note, everyone: if you ever want me to leave your house, just boil up a turkey bone. I’m outta there.
(In fact, my distaste for all things turkey may have contributed to my vegetarianism.)
[QUOTE=Johnny L.A.]
I don’t have RealPlayer. Does it have the (LJMCCS) recipe?
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No. But it does recite every last goddam ingredient.
[QUOTE=Johnny L.A.]
cruel butterfly: My mom made something she said one of my aunts called ‘crap salad’, because it ‘has all kinds of crap in it’. (This aunt got the recipe from a women’s magazine in the '50s.)
Lime Jell-O
Lemon Jell-O
Diced red apples
Diced green apples
Walnuts
Cottage cheese
Miracle Whip
Mix it all together, put it in the fridge, and let it set. If Pepto Bismol were green, that would be the colour of the salad. It looked disgusting. And those last two ingredients sounded disgusting. But you know what? It was actually pretty good. I last had it two years ago. Mom made it. She was too sick and frail to make Thanksgiving Dinner, so I made it. But she’d already made the Jell-O salad. She died three months later. One of these days I’m going to try to make that salad.
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That sounds very close to my Mom’s Orange Jello salad, only hers is pale orange instead of green:
1/2 carton of cottage cheese
1 box orange jello
1 small can crushed pineapple, drained
1 small can mandarin oranges, drained
1 tub of Cool Whip
1/2 c. chopped pecans (optional)
Mix it all up until it’s the color of an orange sherbet pop that’s been allowed to melt on the sidewalk, then refrigerate. It’s quite yummy. I’ve got a big bowl of it in my fridge left over from dinner, that’s destined to be my midnight snack.
And count me as another one who believes oysters in the stuffing are a Communist plot of some kind.
Wow, I get to be the first person to point out how cool it is that this thread was started by someone named ralph!
I don’t eat sweet potato casserole, but it doesn’t offend me if it’s on the table. Sometimes our family holidays would include pickled herring and lutefisk. Those are two loathsome foods.
I don’t think sweet potato casserole has ever been inflicted on me. However, I hate sweet potatoes and I also hate squash. I love dark fruitcake! I also love the cranberry stuff that’s sort of the consistency of Jello; I prefer it to the kind that has actual distinct cranberries in it. I guess that proves I’m weird, but I knew that anyway. 
[QUOTE=Johnny L.A.]
cruel butterfly: My mom made something she said one of my aunts called ‘crap salad’, because it ‘has all kinds of crap in it’. (This aunt got the recipe from a women’s magazine in the '50s.)
Lime Jell-O
Lemon Jell-O
Diced red apples
Diced green apples
Walnuts
Cottage cheese
Miracle Whip
Mix it all together, put it in the fridge, and let it set. If Pepto Bismol were green, that would be the colour of the salad. It looked disgusting. And those last two ingredients sounded disgusting. But you know what? It was actually pretty good. I last had it two years ago. Mom made it. She was too sick and frail to make Thanksgiving Dinner, so I made it. But she’d already made the Jell-O salad. She died three months later. One of these days I’m going to try to make that salad.
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My maiden aunt, product of an Edwardian-era girlhood, always had this as her contribution to the Thanksgiving groaning board. As it had the same attributes of vomitus as to consistency and viscosity, with sour cream replacing the sharpness on the palette as one’s own bile, I had an instinctive hatred for it.
Later I read Gore Vidal’s The Golden Age, where Eleanor Roosevelt forced Franklin to regularly eat a similar concoction called 'The Salad" as her price of not divorcing him and thereby saving his presidential prospects, in revenge for his marital infidelity.
And yet, so many Southern males who may well never have even “lusted in their hearts” lap this muck up at Thanksgiving, under the misnomer “ambrosia!” If we’re raiding Classic Greece for names, better “thorns of Tartarus.”
[QUOTE=Beware of Doug]
Omigosh, it’s the much vaunted Lime Jello, Marshmallow, Cottage Cheese Surprise!
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I’m so glad you posted that, because I was thinking of exactly the same thing (and have had the pleasure of actually hearing Bolcom & Morris perform it in concert.)
Another vote here for (or against?) the marshmallow-topped sweet potatoes. Ick.
In my husband’s family, sauerkraut was a Thanksgiving staple, to “cut the grease,” whatever the hell that meant. Sauerkraut is one of the very few foods I find absolutely vile.
[QUOTE=spooje]
I still insist that yams and sweet potatoes are the same thing. People tell me I am wrong but I cannot be convinced.
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Maybe you haven’t been told by the right person yet. Read what the Master has to say about it.
[QUOTE=Chefguy]
Oysters belong in your hanky with the rest of the phlegm.
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Mmm, raw oysters! One of my friends calls them ‘snot on the half-shell.’ I love 'em.
Homemade fruitcake that’s been soaked in brandy can be very good. The mass-produced stuff is crap.
Sauerkraut is a Baltimore Thanksgiving staple that we Midwestern-transplants never knew about till my sister started dating the guy who eventually became her husband. He came over for Thanksgiving dinner and was shocked that we didn’t have any sauerkraut on the table. I hate the stuff. It smells vile. I can’t believe people ruin perfectly good hot dogs with it.
[QUOTE=Kythereia]
I’m going to be branded a foul loathsome heretic forever and ever now:
I don’t like pumpkin pie.
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Me neither.
:: looks around for crowd with torches and pitchforks ::
:: pause ::
:: looks around again ::
In my family, fruitcake was more a running family in-joke that an actual dessert. We had one that stayed in the freezer for years, coming out each Christmas. One day I dropped it and it bounced.
I like turnips (what we call rutabagas). But not mashed. Raw is the only way to eat them.
As for jellied salad, we used to have a red Jello and a green one. We’d put chopped celery in the green one and chopped carrots in the red one. That’s it. Miracle Whip? I don’t think so. :: shudder ::
It was quite good. My sister took to having it for breakfast first thing Christmas morning and that became a tradition too.
I dislike all holiday food. I don’t like turkey, I don’t like roast potatoes, I don’t like any kind of boiled vegetables even though I will happily eat them fresh, I don’t like gravy, I don’t like sweet potatoes although they aren’t really holiday food so much in the UK, I don’t like fruit cake or mince pies. Which is very strange because apart from that I will eat almost anything. Maybe it’s psychological.
I’m not a big fan of turkey either. Saturday we had Thanksgiving #1 with my mom’s family and she happened to make a ham as well as turkey. I felt bad when she asked me how the turkey was and I said I didn’t have any…
I do not like green bean casserole. Thankfully, it has never been a staple at any family feast.
On New Year’s, saurkraut and sausage and stuffed peppers are a staple in the Midwest. I hate it all. Maybe that is why I am so unlucky 
Regarding oysters in stuffing…I walked past the TV when my dad was watching the “history of thanksgiving” on the History Channel and they were talking about how thanksgiving was only a holiday in New England for a long time. I immediately thought “Ew that must be why people like oysters in stuffing.” I’d have to agree with those who say that oysters in stuffing is how it’s “supposed” to be made. But ick.
I’ll put this in the foodie forum.
Moved from IMHO to CS.
I can’t stand sweet potatoes or yams. Hate the taste; they could go extinct and I’d never miss them. I like cranberries, but cranberry sauce, either homemade or in canned log form, is something I’ll pass up.
I don’t think I’ve ever eaten fruitcake. Seriously. I’d like to try one, just to see what all the fuss is about.
[QUOTE=Flutterby]
Reminds me, I need my uncle’s apple/raisin stuffing recipe..
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If you get it, would you be willing to share it?