Extra fine, herbed Liverwurst is great on a nice caraway rye! Especially with Danish cream cheese. Yum.
Kytheria - I know it sounds a bit weird, and it’s two things you wouldn’t could naturally cohabitate, but believe me, thick-sliced banana and generous slatherings of smooth peanut butter on warm toast, there is seriously little better in life than this. It is, quite simply, toasted awesome.
Toasted awesome - heh, I like that.
PB and bananas on toast is WONDERFUL.
Peanut butter and orange marmalade on rye bread, served with chicken soup. I made this fine repast for Mama Zappa while we were dating, to compensate her for a meal she made for me. She was significantly less than amused.
Who doesn’t like rye bread? My beloved - that’s who! It turns out neither rye bread nor caraway seeds are to her liking. (It was, of course, seeded rye.) I had no idea!
And she found the combination of PB, oranges, and canned chicken soup less that pleasing. I didn’t know! I liked it. My roommate ate it.
In my defense, this was a meal I threw together in my dorm room. My roommate and I heated up the soup in a coffee pot, for crying out loud. I could barely cook. I could barely open and pour. Mama Zappa knew this, but wanted to encourage my culinary skills.
I’ve gotten better at cooking over the years. And the time the fire department was called on my cooking wasn’t my fault! Really, it wasn’t!!
In our house, liverwurst isn’t CAT FOOD. Nope, it’s DOG FOOD. Or, rather, the medium by which the dogs’ meds are transferred from the bottle to their tummies. Since cheese makes them fart to the point of making us flee the room.
Natto with squid? Natto with anything is vile! Definitely the devil’s poop. While he’s having a bout of diarrhea.
I’m trying to think of strange combinations we eat, and I’m coming up blank. Are my tastes really that pedestrian and boring? Apparently so. But buttern syrup sounds divine – I’ll definitely have to try some in the near future!
For those of you who love butter and biscuits, try cooking them this way. Take a cookie sheet – with edges, the edges are very important – and melt a stick of butter in it. Then take your biscuits and, one by one, dip the top in the butter and then flip them over so they’re sitting in the butter. Bake as usual. You will end up with pre-buttered biscuits that are extra, EXTRA yummy because the butter is cooked right into them. I’m making myself hungry just thinking about them!
That was my dad’s Saturday morning special to feed us as kids while my mother slept in. Had to be brown sugar, though, which I still like. Cinnamon toast and Saturday morning cartoons… ah, childhood.
I wonder what my So would say if he ever saw what I ate for breakfast.Scrambled eggs with ketchup. Ocassoinally I eat peas with ketchup. I don’t know why.
But should he ever say anything I’ll just say four words “Marmite on dry spagetti.” Even he thinks it’s weird but he eats it anyway.
Call out for the sick bastards on that one. My husband sez they’re great! I just got done telling him that ok, I’ll try one of his pb&m sammitches if he’ll try one of my pb&p sammitches. We’ll see who’s who THEN.
On the licorice front, I likes me some black licorice anything, but he just remarked that those gourmet things sound like…TMI for the uninitiated:
That it sounds like something you threw up into a bucket, ate it, and then threw it up again!
In the house where I grew up, we would put butter on the biscuits (pretty much right after they were cooked - so the butter would melt) and then pour syrup on top of the biscuit halves right before they were eaten.
Biscuits, butter, and syrup are the flavor of wonderful childhood mornings. But I’m not sure about the scooping part - butter is better when it’s melty, not semi-solid.
Luckily, I fall among the single people, so no one comments on my food choices. Of course, I have to make my own biscuits…biscuits & butter & syrup brought to you in bed is even better than just biscuits & butter & syrup.
I used to drink from the pickle jar. Until the day I accidentally grabbed the wrong jar and drank the HOT PEPPER juice.
The one time I ate the funky european licorice I thought that someone had given me a used windshield wiper blade. With road salt still on it.
This isn’t really gross, but tortillas are an excellent way to eat curried foods. It seemed to surprise some of my coworkers.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with liverwurst on a thick slice of toasted rye bread (Rosen’s is all that will do.) Nor is there anything wrong with a peanut butter sandwich with dill pickle chips such as Vlasic hamburger ovals (they can’t be bread and butter or sweet - they have to be the hamburger chips). And I just made butternsyrup today to dip my french toast and my sausage links in for breakfast at work this morning. And I love licorice! The black kind that comes in really thin ropes. I think they call them licorice laces - Good N Plenty is one of my favorite candies. Yes, I do sit in the back of a room nowhere near anyone else, why do you ask?
Now my husband? He’s a real weirdo. He eats this stuff. And he also eats sardines in oil. Then he dips bread in the oil and eats it. And gives some to my poor doggy. Worst of all, he loves brussels sprouts. There are days when I question my reasons for marrying him.
what is it about black licorice??? :eek: don’t care if its salty or whatever. EWWWWW!!! it’s disgusting, people!!!
that said, the divemaster loves the damn stuff. ::shudder::: i told him he can only eat it when i’m in another county. in retaliation, he’s forbidden me to ever eat canned tuna again in his house.
how could i have known in advance that he hated the stuff? the sin was committed four years ago and he will still bitch occasionally about it. he claims that the very sight of it can induce urking. and the smell? don’t go there… 
this from a man who adores fresh fish.
In defense of your hubby Scubaqueen, fresh fish, even tuna, should never taste “fishy.” A good tuna steak tastes and smells nothing like the stuff that comes out of a can. Now in your defense, tuna fish in a can is yummy. I like mine heated up in a sauce pan, mixed in with fresh garlic, onions and dried sage. Then I spoon it onto soda crackers and go to town. When I used to live at home my
Mom would dry heave upon smelling the warm tuna.
Did someone mention sardines? :::drooool:::
Ok, here’s a gulity pleasure of mine that I can’t believe I’m going to admit, even if it is to strangers. I like to eat raw Bisquick. No, it’s true. When I was a kid, the days Mom had to work late, Dad would usually make a Chef Boyardee pizza or if there wasn’t one on hand, he’d make some weird “Dad Food” and one of the staples was the difficult-to-screw-up Bisquick Drop Biscuit. Add water to the Bisquick, mix, drop on a cookie sheet and cook in the oven.
Well, I took a bite of the glop before he threw it on the cookie sheet and I was hooked. After that, whenever I was home alone, I would mix a big bowl of Bisquick and eat it. Oh my Og it’s heaven.
I love a good tuna salad sandwich, with the canned tuna. Real mayo, finely chopped celery, onion and parsley (and sometimes green and/or red bell pepper), fresh ground peppercorn, a touch of garlic powder, and possibly a bit of oregano if I’m hankerin’ for a bit of Italian flair. Place on fresh-from-the-toaster toast and a leaf of lettuce or two. Warm in the microwave for 30 seconds – that is an awesome tuna salad sandwich.
Eggs and ketchup? I didn’t know this was considered strange. Ketchup seems like such a natural component of eggs, especially on sandwiches with bacon.
Marmite and dry spaghetti on the other hand is … just … weird. Well, marmite is weird, but dry spaghetti is weird too. I know, because I used to munch on dry spaghetti when I was younger. I didn’t care for the initial crunch, but chewed long enough, you got this mouthful of gluey, wheaty sort of mash that was actually rather pleasant, in a weird sort of way.
Another thing my wife likes is sliced cheese, pickles and mayo between two slices of bread and baked in the oven. Admittedly it doesn’t sound horrid, but it offends my sense of propriety. There seems to be something fundamentally missing from that sandwich. Meat, or something.
I had a roomie that was known to drink pancake batter. Like it was a milkshake.
Ugh.
Um…I do the same thing. I need help.
i am SO gonna email this thread to him… i love you guys!
when we met, he was a sushi fiend and the closest i’d ever been to raw fish was long island sound as a child. i very quickly picked up a taste for it from him. he is very *very * picky about where and what he’ll eat when it comes to sushi, so there are only a couple of places he’ll eat at. when we’re home, he prepares a blackened rare tuna steak with plum sauce that is to DIE for. oh man… now we’re gonna have to have that for dinner tomorrow night…
agreed chao. fresh fish should never smell like an open can of tuna.
be afraid, be very afraid… there’s a local indy supermarket chain that i shop at regularly. the dry goods and canned stuff are fine, but one shouldn’t be able to walk in the door at the front of the store and smell the fish at the back! :eek: i NEVER buy fresh meat there for any reason.
your story about the raw bisquick reminds me of when i was a kid. my next door neighbors were old-world southern italian all but right off the boat. great OG, could the mom, gloria, cook! her sunday dinners (to begin promptly at 2 pm) were legend personified. she made *everything * from scratch, including the spaghetti dough. it wasn’t unusual for her to get up at 6 am in order to have everything ready for the table eight hours later.
we kids (there were her three and my sister and i) became professional thieves at snatching pieces of the raw dough when she wasn’t looking. it might sound yucky but it was anything but. it was ambrosia personified. we drove her to distraction until she finally came up with a compromise: if we left the dinner stuff alone, she would whip up a monster bowl for just us. and we would polish that off AND still sit down to an equally monster-sized dinner only hours later.
Okay, I just had to reply to this, because peanut butter and pickle sandwiches are an old favorite of mine! Preferably with unsweetened and salted peanut butter, and home-grown pickles are best. Really, I think peanut butter and pickles were made for each other.
As for the rest of you sick, sick people? You disgust, horrify, shock, and entertain me.
Sweet ambrosia.
One of our Christmas foods is liverwurst mixed with the onions, mustard, and a spoon of mayo (cause ya know there isn’t quite enough cholesterol in yet yet) into a poor man’s pate.
This squicks spouse out. His back at you is this thing in a can called ‘Treat’. I think it’s the really deperate person’s Spam. 30 cents a can or something. I humored him once and fried some up with eggs, it works with most meat. Absolutely revolting texture.
When I was growing up, my mother would take fat from a goose she roasted, strain it, put it in a container with a lid, and put it in the fridge. Over the next several days, she would take said goose fat, spread it on German sourdough or rye, sprinkle it with salt and eat it.
I tried it…umm, not my fav, not by a long shot.
My sister used to spread Miracle Whip on burned, and I mean burned BLACK, toast and eat it.
When I met my husband, he and his family would fry up bologna (like the Oscar Meyer brand), and put it on top of their pancakes, pour syrup over the whole mess, and eat it. Blech…
My mother was also a huge fan of tinned sardines and herring, the kind in oil. The smell alone would make me gag and I would refuse to enter the house for hours.
My Dad used to do this all the time too. I was the only other member of the family who would eat it. We would sometimes lightly toast the bread first.
We also used to grind steak at home, mix in some finely chopped onion, and eat it raw, usually on rye bread. Cannibal sandwiches…mmmmmmm!
I’m also a fan of herring, although I prefer it in wine sauce rather than sour cream, usually on Triscuits.
