My daughter used to watch a show on Nickelodeon called iCarly, in which the characters invented spaghetti tacos - literally, spaghetti served in a taco shell. I actually made it once or twice at her insistence. It wasn’t half bad.
Someone upthread mentioned balut - I’ve seen a couple of my coworkers eating it in the lunchroom. There was also the time a Vietnamese lady brought a 40 lb. jackfruit into the lunch room and proceeded to cut it up and offer some to everyone (I declined).
There is a hamburger joint here in Memphis known as Dyer’s which says it hasn’t changed the grease in which the patties are fried since 1912. I won’t eat 'em but I’ve seen many do so. I guess they’ve been great-grandfathered through several health codes.
My aunt, who I loved dearly, used to make sandwiches of butter spread thickly on white bread, with a THICK slice of Vadalia onion as the middle. Loved her dearly but couldn’t stomach being around her while eating one of those.
I think the oddest “normal” thing I’ve seen is a friend that developed, overseas, a taste for eating powdered milk right out of the package with a spoon.
Like DCnDC pointed out some depression era food can seem odd. My mom, and especially my oldest aunt, remember lettuce sandwiches from their youth at the tail end of the depression. Onion sounds a lot better. I love onions and garlic though.
That actually sounds like something I want to try.
I’m okay with describing my brother as somewhat of a pig and here is one reason why:
as a breakfast meal he will eat Belgium waffles topped first with a cup or two of chili which he then smothers with maple syrup and tops off with half a bottle of hot sauce. It is painful to watch. Somehow he is even married.
My mom used to talk about how tasty fresh tomatoes and mayonnaise were. I watched her eat it once and nearly puked.
When I was in grade school, my friend and I used to eat peanut butter, cheese, and marshmallow sauce sandwiches. They were kinda tasty. I don’t think I’d try them again now, though.
Strawberries and pepper - heard about it, tried it, recommended it to others. It’s a love-it-or-hate-it thing.
And all the spaghetti mentions here - my son works at the local pizza joint - the Spag Bol Pizza is quite popular, and he brought one home one night. Actually, slightly worse than it sounds.