What kind of soup?
My family eats sausage gravy on biscuits, but then sprinkles ketchup on top. It’s surprisingly good, rather tangy.
We called it galareta or galaretka (the former is I believe only used for the savory aspic varieties, but the latter can be sweet or savory gelatins.) It’s interesting, as anybody who hasn’t grown up with it thinks it’s the most disgusting thing ever, while to me it seems rather innocuous and bland. I guess it’s that whole “meat jello” thing that throws people off. 
Sulc “SOOLTS” (related to German sulze/sulz/sülze, the first one pronounced something like “SOOLTS-uh”) is one of the Czech names for aspic, so maybe it’s some variation of that word you’re thinking of.
May I suggest a road trip to Potterville, MI (SW of Lansing) for the annual Gizzard Fest?
Well, one of the parents was of Bohemian ancestry, so that fits.
Oh, and my mother called her ragout just like it’s spelled: rag out. Yummm. . .try feeding a ten year old something called rag-out and see how far you get.
Replace the bacon with a slice of american cheese and I ate this all the time as a kid.
I’ve mentioned before that I loved PB and mayo sandwiches as a kid, and will still occasionally make myself one.
Absolutely any kind you want. I’ve yet to find one type that doesn’t taste good.
Thought of another- ham salad sandwiches. There was no ham in them- mom would grind a package of bologna along with a bunch of Ritz-type crackers for filler. Sweet pickle relish, Miracle Whip, and yellow mustard stirred in would moisten it up.
I asked why we didn’t use ham in it. Dad said bologna tasted better. I’m guessing it was because bologna was cheaper.
Morels grew in the woods at the nudist camp we spent summers at when I was a kid. Ate them sliced, fried in butter and mixed in with scrambled eggs.
My dad and I loved PB and mayo sandwiches. My mom and brother thought we were crazy.
Daddy and I also ate pickled pig’s feet, creamed herring, and fried Span sandwiches (not all together).
Odd thing about our family: My dad grew up in an orphanage where potatoes were cheap and served at every meal. As a result of this “overdose” of potatoes, we rarely ever had potatoes when I was kid and then it was only the new baby red potatoes. First time I had a baked potato was in a restaurant in my late teens. I’m still not much of a potato eater.
Loved cinnamon toast! We even kept a big shaker of pre-mixed sugar and cinnamon on the kitchen counter for ease of application.
Apparently I have a unique item! My parents were recovering vegetarians, so we ate some odd dishes. The one I remember most clearly was tofu cacciatore. It was dredged in Red Star Yeast instead of flour and lightly browned before being baked.
I grew up with a mother who ate a macrobiotic diet, so we had lots of “unusual” fooods, to put it nicely. Nado beans, seitan, tempeh bacon, and tofurkey, just to name a few. It made me develop a sincere appreciation for GOOD food (and macrobiotic aint it!).