Another thread to add my SIL the corn freak’s speciality: Vanilla ice cream made with brown sugar and creamed corn.
Wait… they do this? On purpose?
Aside from the bread, isn’t this steak tartar?
You, um, rub this on some guy’s head? I don’t think I’m understanding this. 
quite tame compared to some of the offerings so far, but one of mine is
quiche lorraine, with mashed potato and baked beans, with tomato soup over the top as gravy.
IIRC, true steak tartare also has a raw egg and Worcestershire Sauce, and possibly a few other seasonings added. I’ve never had true steak tartare; with all the paranoia about undercooked meat and eggs these days, do any restaurants still serve it?
My boyfriend makes this Og -awful, disgusting mixture that looks like congealed blood with chunks of flesh in it. Chunk bologna with a thickened tomato juice sauce. Its actually not bad once you get past the looks of things. Still, evil horrid thing for a nurse to face right after work. Then I suggested it might taste ok on top of Kraft Dinner…HE just about hurled.
I have to think of more … I used to love eating frozen orange juice concentrate right from the can, but I tried it again last summer and found it rather nasty.
I will eat ham and marmalade sandwiches, anyone else find that interesting?
I eat cheddar cheese and marmalade sandwiches - I think that’s in the general ballpark. I think I would like ham and marmalade - ham is good with sweet things.
I should’ve mentioned it in the OP, but I forgot until now … my Uncle Jim used to eat ice cream with pinto beans on it. He might still, for all I know … we quit visiting him.
Y’all eat some freaky stuff, you know that?
But featherlou, thats not even weird. Thats called “breakfast”. (I mean the cheddar and marmalade part.) I eat that for breakfast at work fairly often. Protien, sugar, whole wheat toast…mmm whats not to love?
Mindfield, I’d successfully purged that from my memory . . . my mother used to make that, with raisins. No icing (frosting) unless we were being fancy. I’m not sure which Canadian magazine of the sixties (probably Chatelaine) unleashed that on us . . . but it was nasty. YMMV
My sister would eat headcheese with jam on toasted raisin bread. I’m going to the bathroom now urp.
I am huge fan of vanilla ice cream with toasted sesame seeds on it. And one of my specialities is black sesame cheescake. And I regularly make chocolate lasagna.
This weekend my husband ate Canned mussels.
Both the dog and I spent the afternoon upstairs - neither of us could stand to be around it.
The sesame seed things sound slightly unusual… but if you think of the seeds like, say, nuts, this sounds pretty good and not even remotely strange!
And I remember you telling about the chocolate lasagna before. IIRC, I proposed marriage and you turned me down flat 
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Known as “Brawn” over here and delicious on bread with a liberal spreading of hot English mustard.
FWIW I can’t for the life of me think why people eat peanut butter and jam together…that’s disgusting.
The only way to eat PB is on bread sprinkled with salt
Sesame and ice cream isn’t as unusual as you’d think, actually.
One of my favourite sushi places serves a black sesame ice cream. It’s very very black, which makes it seem a bit scary, but the taste is very mild and nutty with a roasted quality to it. I get random sesame ice cream cravings now.
There’s also a local homemade organic ice cream place that carries a tahini-based ice cream with honey dates, is to die for.
(but we’ve established I’m a weirdo for drinking Swiss Chalet sauce, so the above may not mean much in the grand scheme of things )
Ok, I’m ready to admit a few more of my culinary oddities.
After I return from grocery shopping, when I’m repackaging the ground beef into smaller bags, I take a giant softball size lump of the raw meat, sprinkle onion salt on it and eat it. My Dad taught me this when I was a kid. Mom would cringe and my SO thinks I’m one sick puppy for doing it. I don’t know why since we’ve eaten raw beef at a sushi bar and we both take our burgers and steaks rare to medium rare.
When eating chili, I slather generous amounts of peanut butter onto soda crackers then spoon big blobs of chili onto the cracker and immediately begin my ascent into heaven.
I delight in the flavors of swiss cheese gingerly placed between two slices of toast which have been graced with the presence of globs of creamy peanut butter.
When my SO isn’t looking, (she thinks I’m loony enough as it is), I like to take a swig of banana pepper or pepperoncini brine. .
I eat lemons like they’re oranges and I love to drink vinegar. :eek:
When eating pancakes or crepes, I mix leftover batter with syrup and sprinkle over the cakes. Of course I always leave enough batter to swig before I sit down to eat.
tavern on the green in new york used to serve it, but that was og’s ages ago. who knows today?
steak tartare reminds of a funny story my dad told. he was at a business dinner there and happened to witness a very young couple’s reaction to that very dish. obviously neither had a clue what they’d ordered.
imagine their facial expressions when they were served what amounts to raw hamburger on a plate. at tavern prices! 
When I was a kid, I convinced myself for about a week that I liked tuna-and-jelly sandwiches.
I occasionally mix hot chocolate with orange juice, but that’s not too weird, right?
My mother liked to eat those when I was a kid: a Dutch licorice called “Dubbel Zout.” I tried one when I was seven years old or so, and couldn’t get it out of my mouth quickly enough. It tasted like a chunk of tire that had been driven through road salt, with a nice tinge of ammonia just to enhance the emetic properties. For a while I thought my mother was mentally ill.
It was an abomination, an unholy anti-candy. Like biting into a fudge brownie and realizing immediately… that isn’t fudge.