My daughter always asks for ‘meat sticks’ (kabanos). Pretty accurate once you cut it up. We also frequently have ‘pasta lumps’ (tortelloni) for tea. Not very imaginative, I’m afraid. Better was the name for a concoction my husband came up with while way too drunk: the Slippery-Whippery, a drink composed of vodka, olive oil, and a drop of washing-up liquid to encourage them to mix. For obvious reasons, this has never been repeated.
Our kids came up with a lot, e.g. Soupy Noodles for Ramen. My favorite is my daughter who decided she did like chicken skin (uniquely for my kids) but also called it “chicken peel”
Ever since I read Stephen King’s Duma Key years ago, I always refer to those rotisserie chickens in the plastic container that you get at the grocery store as “astronaut chickens.”
Chicken breasts are sometimes “chicky boobs.”
When very young my kid did not know the name for whipped cream, so coined the term “ice cream frosting.”
To entertain the kid I called green beans “green food tubes”, and that stuck.
I upset my wife the other day by calling cheese “hard milk”.
For St. Patrick’s day, I eat Porn Beast and Crabbage.
My kids requested “Chocka-Chocka Olga Bars” because they could not say Chocolate Chip Granola Bars, and that has stuck.
My son would request “Colorful Cheerios” after once having Froot Loops.
They all eat pretty healthily as adults, thank goodness
Ruffles came out with some new flavors a few years ago and each one came with a picture of an NBA player on the bag. Their flaming hot BBQ was a huge hit at home, and they had Boston Celtics player Jayson Tatum on the bag. So we call them potatums still to this day.
That’s what I learned to call soy sauce (presumably because it resembles a grasshopper’s “tobacco juice”). It may be endemic to Montana, where my father (on whom be peace) was raised; in any case, I made sure to pass it on to the Ottlets.
Do you want your eggs frizzled or strangled?
My ex-wife’s family served “purple glop” at get togethers; it was a blueberry dessert; sort of like the inside of a pie.
My grandmother used to serve me “meat loaf” as a kid; it was ground beef rolled up in some sort of fried dough.
Growing up, my dad called sriracha “Rooster sauce”, on account of the Huy Fong logo.
If we can include dog treats, my wife and I call rawhides “shut the fuck up sticks” because we give our dog one so that we can watch a movie without him pestering us.
Growing up, any kind of casserole or hot dish type item no matter the ingredients was referred to as “gut bomb”.
That’s probably the original, uncensored name of hush puppies.
Oh, good! I was just now thinking about what I should do about meal prep for the next twenty weeks! TYVM!
I hope you don’t put the “eye” on until the first wedge has been removed.
Dunno about kids’ summer camps, but there aren’t any submarines in the fleet that don’t.
Biscuits were referred to as ‘depth charges’ in the Navy. Lima beans were “motherfuckers”, as in “They’re serving ham and motherfuckers tonight.” Hot dogs were tube steaks.
I never found out why, but my Dad refused to categorize runny egg yolks as “food.” But growing up, we kids loved ‘em. We called them “gooey eggs” (albumin had to be cooked through, though, or they weren’t food, either).
Cackleberries are eggs.
“Zoop” is my Daddys recipe of Beef stew. The kids loved it. Unless I made it. Not so much.
Brother and I heard our Baptist preacher telling us there were going to be burgers and tube steaks out back after the sermon. We both pissed ourselves laughing!
When I was a kid my Hungarian grandmother, who barely spoke any English, regularly made a dish we called “Italian meat”. When I was an adult I realized it was chicken parmigiana.
Oh, another one: Cream of Wheat was called “cooked cereal “.
I used to make a split pea & lentil porridge-like stuff with veg stock & curry spicing. The consistency varied from thin and saucy to thick and heavy. Real healthy, pretty tasty, and great over rice on a day you’re wanting meatless.
I give you “green goop”. It was very green and very much goop. Yummy goop, but goop nevertheless.