As long as there’s no sour cream involved, that would be perfectly acceptable.
Thank you.
Ah, yes. Despite being in the Navy, I was stuck eating Army chow for eighteen months on Okinawa. I developed a great fondness for A-1 sauce. Put enough A-1 on anything and it becomes edible (not delicious – just edible).
I don’t understand. So many of you are saying Jell-O salad is a disgusting food.
Clearly, it’s not a food at all. It’s toxic sludge whose sole purpose is to feed the cockroaches after all living things are wiped out in a nuclear holocaust.
I tell people I love the way coffee looks when you add the milk. I love the feel of the heat. I love the smell. I love the way it makes me feel after drinking it.
But the taste of coffee is nasty. That’s why people add anything to make it taste different.
I enjoy almost every food mentioned in this thread.
Miracle Whip, however, is Satan’s smegma. It tastes like regular mayonnaise that someone pissed in.
Is this for real, or am I just amazingly gullible?
I dunno, but since I have a dog that eats the shit of other creatures covered in chunks of clay I guess the rabbis feel it’s safe to make this a general rule because there’s damned little that won’t kill you outright that a dog won’t at least try once!
That’s pretty much what I was thinking, although my dog prefers his cat crap with pine sawdust. I’m assuming that “anything a dog won’t eat isn’t food” does not mean that “anything a dog WILL eat IS food,” or we’re all in a heap o’ trouble.
Which brings me to feijoada. It may be the greatest thing since the discovery of fire, but to me, it will always look like crap floating in mud. No thank you.
I’m a vegetarian, so that rules out a whole lot of meat-type things for me. It doesn’t bother me at all what others eat, being none of my business and all, but the one meat thing that does ick me out is the smell of cooking bacon. Ugh. It’s enough to make me wish for nose plugs.
Otherwise, I’m not fond at all of sour cream and never have been. Gotta hate the double dippers of the nacho world who would blithely scoop their nacho chip through the loathsome sour cream first, and then befoul the community salsa. Heathens, I tell ya.
Oh, and I will not eat maraschino cherries. Little cherry fruit corpses.