She has a problem with macaroni sans cheese?
I think I tried this one time, back as a kid in that “let’s mix weird shit together” phase. The idea is that the moist mayonaise offsets the clumpy peanut butter. Ugh. Could not eat.
Your son might also enjoy Frito chili pie. Our Camp Fire Girl group seemed to have an unspoken rule that we had to have at least ONE FCP per campout.
I made one of these as an experiment as a kid, and to this day, decades later, it’s still one of my favorite sandwiches. Of course being older, my palate’s more sophisticated, and I’ve found that a splash of Tabasco, along with the PB and mayo, makes it even better.
When I first made a PB and mayo sandwich, I assumed that since it was so good, then it stood to reason that mustard and jelly must also be good together. I was very wrong.
A/k/a SOS. I loved this when I was a kid (still do), but my dad, who had served in the US Army during WWII, wasn’t terribly fond of it. 
When dining on tuna hotdish, BTW, I find it’s best served over crispy chow mein noodles.
Stouffer’s version of this is quite yummy.
Fried baloney (we called it “Newfie steak”. probably because we were still living in Newfoundland when we first had it).
Cream of chicken soup heated without any dilution and served over toast. This was our favourite comfort food as kids when we were sick.
Toast sprinkled with a cinnamon/white sugar mix.
Peanut butter and white sugar sandwiches (I never much liked these, but my sisters did).
Peanut butter and marmalade sandwiches topped with mayonnaise, lettuce and sliced processed Swiss cheese and a third slice of bread. Yum!
Peanut butter and molasses sandwiches (or toast).
Peanut butter and bacon sandwiches (or toast).
Corned beef hash - corned beef crumbled and fried with chopped onion, then mixed with leftover mashed potatoes and cooked until the potato is browned on the bottom.
“Arabian Fried Rice” - cube leftover meat (turkey or pork is best) and fry, throw in some peanuts and/or cashews, then add cooked rice, season liberally with ground cinnamon/cloves/ginger, and finally add chopped dates and shredded coconut.
I still do this one.
And on the rare occasion, the fried baloney as well. Best with fresh corn-on-the-cob and tomatoes just off the vine.
I favor baking browned pork chops in cream of mushroom with some milk. The resultant sauce is great over rice. Chicken also works in this.
I’ve never heard of doing that with popcorn, but my grandfather liked leftover rice with milk and sugar.
Wonder if anyone has a name for a concoction I tried this weekend. Made a box of Kraft Mac & Cheese according to label, mixed in a can of chili (I used Campbell’s Hold the Beans since that was what we had available) and some shredded cheese. It was OK, but a little bland. I think the next batch will include taco seasoning.
Yeah, that’s chili mac. I’ve also heard it called ghetto mac. I always douse it liberally with Crystal Hot Sauce. Very popular dish among the low paid and hungry.
Thanks, filling pages. I don’t like hot sauce, but I think some taco seasoning would help it a good deal (I’m a spice wimp).
My FIL does something I’ve never seen anyone else do. If he has a slice of cake, he’ll put it in a bowl, pour milk over it, and eat it with a spoon. It sounds similar to those who mentioned cornbread in milk - I wonder if it’s a depression-era practice, or we just have weird older relatives.
When I was a kid, if we had Campbell’s chicken noodle soup, I would crush up Keebler Club crackers and mix them into the soup till it was a thick glop, then I’d eat it. Perfect comfort food! But when I tried it a few years ago, between the salt in the soup and the salt on the crackers, it was just about inedible. Alas…
My mother always threw leftover macaroni and cheese into tomato soup the next day for lunch. I love it, but can’t seem to convince my children that it 'tis the bomb. And my husband wouldn’t eat tomato soup to save his soul; for an entire year in college he was served it every day for lunch. He won’t even look at a can of the stuff.
Gross-out alert: I used to eat bowls of cream of mushroom soup. Like it was soup! 
What do women’s-college college women eat when they eat crackers and milk? Anyone know?
Also, confirm cornbread & buttermilk–eaten from a glass tumbler with spoon–as an old-tyme staple in Appalachia.
Living with a family in India that had a typical north-Indian hybrid British/Indian approach to breakfast (raw capsicum and reheated lentils but also toasted packaged sliced white bread with butter), I developed a taste for “slice with dahi”:
Take a slice of bread, toasted or not as you prefer (and it works fine with decent bread rather than Wonder Bread as well). Spread with plain yogurt and sprinkle with fresh coriander leaves and salt. Yum.
Yeah, another coal-oil lamp lit memory is the eating of cake drenched in milk, with a spoon. Square enamel pan yellow or white cake. Dense-as-clay-mud cake.
From an economic standpoint, all the Depression meant was that there was less money floating around so store bought foods (wheat flour) were in less supply, but the particulars stayed the same.
Later, where refrigeration was available, the milk might be colder or replaced with ice cream (or at our place ice milk).
My Dad made (rarely, thank God) some stuff he called “Breaded Tomatoes”. No relation to fried green tomatoes. This was canned tomatoes stewed with white bread and, I think, some sugar. (Maybe other seasonings, too.)
This may have originated as a Depression-era make-do.
This was one of the few foods that put me in open rebellion; I thought it was disgusting. Looked and tasted like vomit.
Oh, I just remembered one of my mother’s comfort foods, for when she was feeling a bit off:
Ripped up white bread in a bowl with milk (like a lot of people have mentioned) but she’d sprinkle it with sugar and then some cheese on top. Either ripped up american slices or grated cheddar. She called this a “Heidi breakfast.”
That reminds me …
Mom signed up for a consumer research program. Among other products, was this flat rectangular pie-like thing with strawberry jam inside. You cooked it in your toaster. We went through several iterations of comparing Box A to Box B for various characteristics.
Yes, for better or worse, I was involved in the development of Pop-Tarts. :smack: