Peanut butter and jam/marmalade and cheese and lettuce and mayonnaise sandwiches.
Peanut butter and bacon sandwiches (also good as toast)
Peanut butter and molasses sandwiches (also “lassey bread”)
Peanut butter and mandarin orange sandwiches
Peanut butter and cheese on hamburgers (can anyone spot a trend here?)
The above were things that only I would eat. My sisters thought they were gross. My dad sometimes has peanut butter and onions on his burgers, though.
Beans and cut-up hotdogs (as a kid I didn’t know that you could eat beans any other way)
Ants on a log (also with Cheez Whiz, never tried cream cheese but it sounds good)
Cream of chicken soup on toast (heated up undiluted and spooned over the toast, sort of home-made SOS)
Chef Boy-ar-dee pizza - canned dough spread with canned sauce and sprinkled with packaged cheese, to which Mum would add ground beef (no pizza places in town in the '50s)
Dulse - can’t stand it now, but Dad still brings a pack or two back when he’s been down Home visiting
“Arabian fried rice” - beef/pork/chicken/turkey as available fried with rice, coconut, and dates, and seasoned with cinnamon, nutmeg, and ground cloves. My mother would frequently make chinese style fried rice, with green peppers and mushrooms included, which I hated (still do), so after she was done cooking for the rest of the family, I’d make this for myself. (Mum’s attitude was that she would cook one meal for the family - anyone who didn’t like what was being served was free to cook their own when she was finished. By the time I moved out into my carefree bachelor pad I had a good grounding in cooking.)