wierd food names you tell your kids. Am I the only one?

Possum Butt steak. Basically its any pork roast thing I put on the smoker.

Slug sausage=hotdogs. given a choice they always go for slugs. It takes a lot of slugs to make one sausage and that’s why they cost more and also why it says “Premium” on the package.

You know those little polskies you can buy? Pigmy slugs. Great snacks for long walks in the woods.

Aligator feet. BBQ chicken thighs. My daughter once asked “Da, are these the toenails?” “you bet” I say. “cool” she says “I like them!They’re crunchy.”. She was eating the gristle.

Prairie Dog Cheese burgers win out over cheese burgers.

Porqupine on a stick. Teriyaki chicken on a stick. I embellish by telling them it’s really the porqupine’s quill.

this is my first thread i’m so nervous i just farted

aww, tuna, don’t be nervous…

i tell my nephew that peas are week old boogers…helps 'em go down every time

My mother used to tell me that liver was Velvet Steak

I told my son the fried squid tentacles were worms. He should be brave so he can tell his friends. He wanted more! So did I.

My sister told her kids that broccoli is “trees” and cauliflower is “flowers.” Got them to eat their veggies…

Until the babysitter reported her to children’s services for abuse because the kids told her that mom makes them eat trees and flowers for dinner. :rolleyes:

My sister had fun straightening that one out!

We’ve been known to refer to hot dogs as “tube steaks” and the cooking water as “tube soup” (which the dog loves when poured on dry dog food).

popcorn beast. I once told my son I would make it for him. Last weekend he said “Dad you remember you said you would…” I had to think for a minute. Corned beef. He loved it.

I also serve Moose ears (chicken strips) and prong horn antelope T-bones

I never used to like hamburgers when I was a kid, but one day my brother made 'em instead of my mother. They were pretty much exactly the same as what my mother made, but the novelty of my big brother Mike cooking was enough to get my attention. From then on, I never would eat hamburgers, but I loooooved Mikeburgers.

Go figure. :rolleyes:

when they are young and they still have the imagination I try hard as I might to make things somehow magical to enhance what is. You are only a child once.

I’m in this antique car club and at our camp out once all the kids found out I was making prairie dog and aligator I ended feeding them all at my campsite. It was a HOOT!

What will happen when I’m old and my son asks for the recipe for porqupine? or worms.

cackle apples(or fruit)

Our dad used to make “S-P-Y-Y” (say the letters). It stands for Specially Prepared Ya-Ya. Take two pieces of unbuttered toast, tear into small pieces in a bowl. Add two soft-boiled eggs. Mix and stir well. SPYY.

Meat eaters can add bacon or sausage, broken or cut up into small pieces.

My mom told my (then 7 year old) nephew that the chocolate-oatmeal cookies she was preparing were called “tumble turds”. The name stuck, and she’s called them that ever since.

You should have seen the look on my (now 25 year old) nephew’s face when he found out they are just “chocolate oatmeal cookies”. This is the same nephew that still thinks she’s using a turkey’s “private parts” when she puts a turkey neck in the turkey stuffing. :smiley:

When the kids ask what I’m making for dinner, once in a while I’ll say snerds and rice.

This was a term of my uncle’s, who was also a good cook, and it referred to an eastern-European dish of rice cooked in chicken broth with cut-up gizzards and livers, but often used as shorthand for “Leave me alone.”

When they were smaller I’d sometimes say baby toe soup, which would give me an excuse to chase them, as they would be the source of the main ingredient.

If I’m using too much oil for my wife’s taste while sauteeing, she’ll tell the kids we’re having deep-fried fat balls for dinner.

Back in the mid-seventies my mother moved to another state ahead of the rest of our family, due to a job offer. Mom was the cook in the family. For Dad, cooking was a challenge. But my brother and I never knew. He created simple meals, but his presentation was excellent. Our favorite “Dad meal” was Old El Paso canned tamales; he would prepare them via the can’s directions (water and tamales in a skillet, bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer for ten minutes) and then present it to us with a towel over an arm, just like a French chef.

“Voila!” he’d say, pulling the cover off the pan with a flourish.

My brother and I would oooh and aaah.

So for the longest time, I thought tamales were called “Wala” in Spanish.

Our traditional Christmas breakfast is “Monkey Brains.” It’s really just a big stickybun coffee cake. We are all adults. Well, people of adult age:)


Things I told my nephew and nieces:

Fried buzzard toes = chicken fingers
Road kill and maggots = chicken and rice
Congealed pus and eyeballs = any Jell-o with grapes
Fart blossoms = brussels sprouts

Now they’re using these same names with their kids. Makes an Uncle so proud! :smiley:

Oh, and tunabreath, Possum Butt steak. A classic! :cool:

The Lamiafamily name for water chestnuts is “white crunchy things”, a name we found much easier to remember as children, for obvious reasons.

We also call all Ramen-type noodles “snoodle noodles”. I thought for years this was just another cute kid thing, but then I asked my mother about it and she explained that it originated when we were living in Japan and often ate a brand that was actually named Snoodle Noodles.

Lizard Lips & Chicken Tits = french cut green beans and cajun seasoned chicken breasts.

Rooster feet & pureed worms = french toast w/syrup

Minced maggots = grits

No, my children are not emotionally scarred for life … why do you ask?

Well, my son, who’s 4 has made up names for food since he could talk:

brick = granola bar

little food = Lunchables

dip = ketchup or ranch dressing

trees = broccoli (yeah, us, too)

TV tray = surprise table
And a non-food tidbit:

when he wants to wrestle, he say “let’s play without hurting”, which is anything but the truth (he puts the hurt on ME)

My mother called raisins “bitchy bugs.”

My friends all refer to Ramen noodles as Romulan noodles.