As to the jam and cheese thing, I really like to eat bagels spread with cream cheese and jam. Very nummy. If I don’t have either of those though, simply butter and parmesan cheese (like the Kraft stuff) is great.
And those chocolate dipped pretzels? I was making those at home before they ever came out in stores. Pfft. They owe me copyright.
And there’s always my sister-in-law the corn freak, who makes vanilla ice cream with brown sugar and creamed corn. She will combine corn with anything.
A friend is staying with me for a while, she’s from Bulgaria. She likes vegetables, especially peas and corn. So she’ll warm them up, put them on a plate, then cover them in ketchup and mustard.
SOmetimes she’ll put slices of monterrey jack cheese on the veggies. I’m now out of mustard, so she’s using ketchup and mayo now. I said it was kinda weird, she pointed out you put them on hamburgers right? Strange.
Actually, she’s from Sweden. She just has a thing for corn. Corn bread, corn pudding, corn souffle, corn ice cream, corn in warm butterscotch pudding, corn in every casserole…The most intense food fetish I’ve ever seen.
I need to show this thread to my father. He is the high king of bizarre flavor combinations. My family suspects he has a damaged sense of taste, so hideous are his creations.
A classic example: One night after a family meal, my father gathered all of the half-full glasses from the table – containing beer, wine, iced tea, and coke – mixed them together, and took a big swig. My brother and I were watching him, and one of us said, “Isn’t that disgusting?” My father replied, “Yeah. Let me put some ice in it.”
My brother and I dreaded the nights when my mother worked late and my father had to cook for us. One never knew what horrors would lurk at the bottom of his tomato sauce. (Tuna? Broccolli? Baby corn??)
So, with that as a precedent, I don’t think I employ any unholy food combinations to speak of. I did have a roommate who got squicked by my cream-cheese-and-turkey-on bagel sandwiches, but I don’t think that’s gross at all.
gallows fodder (and isn’t that an appropriate user name for this thread), there is actually a condition called ageusia, which is a diminished or absent sense of taste. There’s also dysgeusia, which is an alteration in the sense of taste. Ruth Reichl, the food critic for the New York Times, wrote about her experiences with her mother’s, ah, lack of taste in her book Tender at the Bone.
However, you can chalk me up as another chocolate/popcorn junkie, but it has to be Nestle’s Crunch and it’s also gotta be real movie popcorn at the theater. Otherwise, it doesn’t taste right.
I lost my sense of taste for about 6 months or so. It was very weird. I didn’t go to a doctor, so I don’t know what caused it or what prompted it to return. It was rather depressing.
My mom makes something similar she calls German eggs. She fries onions, bell peppers (green peppers), and ham, then throws in hashbrowns. When everything is hot, she pours a few whisked eggs on top.
These are very nice - especially with Tabasco and a bit of ketsup.
Hubby says they are just a screwed up omelette. Whatever you want to call it, they’re yummy!
You know, I came into this thread planning to mention my taste for Peanut Butter and Mayo sandwiches, only to find someone had beat me to it.
Yes, my friend. There are many of us who enjoy the subtle taste pleasure of PB & M. You are not alone!
This is another one of my favorites! My mom used to make these for my brother and I when we were kids and I still love 'em.
Actually, I have several variations on Peanut Butter, Mayo and … sandwiches. In addition to sycorob’s banana, I’ve also done the PB&M version of a BLT (Peanut butter, mayo, bacon, lettuce and tomato) and have also done peanut butter, mayo, bacon and a slice of american cheese.
My brother used to do peanut butter, mayo and cucumber slices though I never got into that one.