Stewed tomatoes.
I became popular at sleepaway camp when it was discovered that on the nights they served stewed tomatoes as the vegetable, I would not only eat mine, but the servings of the other kids at my table.
Chardonnay is the one wine I won’t even try. There’s often a butter taste, something that I really hate. I’ll pour a glass of any other dry wine. (and what’s the deal with “off-dry” wines that are horribly sweet?)
Peanut butter and bacon on toast. Or better yet, an English muffin.
People don’t like that?
Hot dogs with peanut butter!
Me, too! That’s why Die Harder II is my favorite of the franchise - I loved seeing all the behind-the-scenes stuff as they ran around the airport - the tower, the runways, the hangars. Cool! Show me more!
This. Even if I only need a few things, I still run my route up and down the aisles, hoping for inspiration to strike for something different. I’m not a scratch cook, but know enough what would match well with what. My wife can’t be on her feet long enough to follow me through the store.
Have told my wife that when we build our next house there will be no flat surfaces, everything (furniture and all) 6" off the floor, drains in every corner, so I can go through with a water hose & wash everything down 
I like some of the Captain and Tennille, and yes, some of Denver and Bee Gees also.
Rockstar is great!
Same here.
I do not. I prefer the Marx Brothers.
Makes good fish bait. 
“Hut of Brown, now sit down”!
Shakes hands, introduces himself. But with a lime wedge it is even better.
Yeah, but not for a business letter, fer sure.
Yep, that was great. the town is still there, a tourist attraction.
I like his vocals.
My father-in-law lived in a 3rd floor apartment on Christopher St. in NYC during the 80s. I loved spending the night–the constant hum of urban noise down in the Village felt comforting.
Emphasis mine.
I don’t think you could call Lennon a multi-instrumentalist, at least not through most of the Beatle years. He himself deprecated his own technical abilities on both guitar and piano, though he definitely liked writing songs on the piano. I think a lot of songwriters do, as the instrument is so versatile. Ray Charles once called the piano “the basic instrument to write music on”.
Dammit. I wish I could still play piano…or even still owned one!
Me too. Even though I can’t walk much and have to use the cart as a walker, I still go up and down every aisle. I can get it all into the car easily enough, but it’s a real PITA to get it into the house and put away. Sometimes it’s the only exercise I get.
You would have loved Christopher Street in the '70s. Much more exciting, pre-AIDS.
Shrug. You could reduce the argument to “master songwriters”, and my point would still stand.
It seems like everyone loves their dishwasher, but I prefer just washing dishes by hand. We have a nice state of the art Bosch dishwasher, but I rarely use it. While I’m cooking there is enough down time such that I can wash what implements I’ve used. Then I can finish my wine after the meal while cleaning up.
^ This, 100%. I like all cheese, including American. It’s perfect for some things. Don’t like the individually wrapped, but from the deli, or Kraft deli deluxe is great.
I used to like individually wrapped swiss. It had an interesting tangy flavor. Great for a snack, but I can’t find it anymore.
I’ve had the stuff and I may have mentioned it here. I like pickled food, fermented food, stinky food like durian and natto. Fish sauce I can drink by the shot glass. Etc. I have literally no food aversions. I’m puzzled by salty licorice being that strange to people — I started with the double strength stuff without a flinch. I think every single food mentioned here I like, not merely tolerate. I just figured I had dead taste buds or something.
But surströmming? Oh my. It’s impressively rank. Insanely so. I’m glad I heeded the warnings to open it outside. It opened with a hiss and a spray and within thirty seconds, all the flies in my neighborhood were at my front stoop looking for lunch. I had a couple of bites as my brother looked on from a safe distance, ate a piece of bread, sipped on some beer, and called it a day. That thing they say about it tasting better than it smells? Well, that’s a pile of horseshit as taste is mostly smell to begin with. The smell is somewhere in the vicinity of rotting human corpse and dog’s ass. Holy shit is this pungent and not in a pleasant way. And worse, remember that beer? Typically you down some aquavit or strong spirit with this stuff. Carbonated beer has the disadvantage of giving you the burps and having that wonderful flavor come up a second, third, fourth, etc., time for you, as I learned much too late.
That said, I’d try it again, hopefully in Sweden at the festival dedicated to this foodstuff. But, man, unlike every other “gross” food I’ve tried, this one is as extreme as advertised.
Your willingness to sacrifice your tastebuds for the edification of all of us is noble, magnanimous, and courageous. I salute your selflessness.
From a distance.
I haven’t had surströmming, but I’ve had the other contender for the vilest food on Earth: hakarl, or Icelandic rotted shark. It is really terrible, in both smell, taste and texture.
When I put a green moosehide into a garbage bag and leave it in the sun to ripen for a week, the exhumation experience is much the same, but with hakarl, you put the stuff in your mouth. Like bits of rubber that have been fished from inside a decomposing corpse colon.
I hate “buttery” chardonnays too; there’s even a brand called Butter. But not all Chards are buttery by any means. Believe it or not, Black Box is nicely crisp and dry. White Burgundy wines are all Chardonnays, and none of them are buttery AFAIK.
I think the variations in butteriness have to do with how the wine is stored during aging.
Somewhere on YouTube I saw a video from the 1960s showing what happens to your baggage after you check it in. It’s amazing how, in this pre-microchip era, they automated nearly the entire process of getting every piece delivered to where it would be driven out to the right plane. It was essentially an elaborate system of branching conveyor belts, with each bag somehow mechanically flagged so it would branch off where it was supposed to.