November 30, 2005

• Like Zorro! Because nothing's so unlike Zorro as Zorro is.
• Actually, as far as disgusting foods from childhood go, I never really could stomach durians despite whatever the rest of my family proclaiming its virtues. Eugh. But I love brains.
• My mother makes a killer chip dip. It's ingredients: cottage cheese, ketchup, worcestershire sauce, a mix of spices. YUM
• I can't find the recipe anywhere, but a local Pakistani restaurant here has Brain Karahi - really quite delish.
• I was mistaken - it's not Brain Karahi, it's Brain Masala. Mmmmm.... braaaaains.
• I used to like to make sandwiches with peanut butter and butter. Somehow I feel I'm out of my league, here...
• Crunchy peanut butter and that neon yellow lemon cheese crap. One of the few combos that breaks Moneyjane's rule of If It's Good, And You Mix It With Something Else Good, It Has To Be Good. But I did like it when I was a kid. However, I repeat; peanut butter and lemon is not good.
• I see Zombies
• Tried brains, once. Didn't like them much. Now, tongue... mmmhh. Loved it in my childhood, then found it revulsing for many years. Lately, my taste for it has returned. Mushrooms, a thick sauce...
• Tongue. Me mum made tongue. And it was bloody nice. I went off it briefly at school when teased about me sandwich-fillings, but I can say it now: I love tongue. Soft and tasty and fatty and delish. We never had brains though. My dad refused to eat them on the grounds that he wouldn't eat anything someone else had been thinking with. I also ate and still like fried chicken skin (self-link), black pudding, kidneys and lamb's liver.
• salt and vinegar potato chip sandwhiches. Eventually my tastes matured to the more epicureanly refined bbq flavored potato chip sandwhiches. And chip buttys (butties?).
• It was a dark day when lamb's fry was served in our house. Not enough mashed taters and gravy could disguise it. It was truly offal.
• I was tame as a kid, so I'm trying to make up for it as an adult by eating anything. However, I've been slacking. I ate tongue, beef heart and tripe last year, and stirfried seaweed around the same time. Other than that, the most unusual thing I can think of from off the top of my head is smoked eel. Or kangaroo. Or alligator. No brains. Oh, like planetthoughtful, I had chip/crisp sandwiches for school lunches. With ketchup. They were always soggy by lunchtime.
• When I was a very very young child, too young to fully grasp the fundamental concept of the milkshake, I once decided to make my own. Toothpaste in a glass of water, stir vigorously and drink. I have vague memories of a tummy ache and a ferociously minty aftertaste.
• Ew. A friend and I tried making gooseberry jam when we were nine: squashed gooseberries in a jar and a metric buttload of sugar. We were so ill. The same friend and I got sick again another time after eating a bowl of pink icing her mother had left out. Pink sick. Not nice.
• Sugar butties - white bread, margarine, sugar. Christ....
• Oh gomichild, you made a funny. Good one. All this talk of viscera has left me vaguely queasy. My guilty pleasure is a relic recipe from the 60s: 1/2 a cup of light corn syrup, 1/2 a cup of peanut butter and enough Rice Krispies to make a sticky mess, then add ice cream (preferably Breyers vanilla, the only flavor they haven't ruined with thickeners) and eat. Guaranteed to help you gain weight. Quite the thing when those 3:00 a.m. munchies start.
• Our mum convinced us that growing up in wartime was really bad with her tales of pigs' brains on toast as a childhood treat. Still, that means it was the food that fought fascism, so it can't be all bad.
• Peanut butter and golden syrup on bread. Delicious, try it now.
• Much of what's posted here seems like recipes to me, WHICH BELONG IN THE FREAKING WIKI.
• I like tongue, too. Giving or receiving - I don't mind.
• I used to eat sugar and butter sandwiches too. Also grape Kool-Aid mixed with non-dairy creamer. Once I took a big old gulp of dill pickle juice, figuring if the pickles themselves were yummy, then the juice would be double plus yummy. It was not. Oh, how "not"...
• You guys are all a bunch of brain-eating weirdos! My ickiest thing was bologna and potato chip sandwiches. You crazy tongue-tasters!
• Chicken hearts. My mom used to boil up a big pot of chicken hearts and other assorted gizzards, and we kids would squabble over them. That, and the pickled herring and rollmops. Actually, we ent through a period where money was tight, so I developed a taste for all sorts of strange bits of animals. Chicken wings were also one of the cheapest meats you could get back then, and growing up in the Buffalo area, we ate a lot of fried chicken wings.
• Mmmm. And smoked eel. A Christmastime luxury. I always get a hankering for a nice piece of smoked eel at this time of the year.
• Another exception to Moneyjane's rule: ginger ale and chocolate milk. It's how I learned about curdling. Back on the horsemeat sammiches, though.
• Can't find horsemeat in Ottawa. Very dissappointing. Or pigs tails, either. Nothing like BBQed pigs tails and a stein of a nice German Weisbeir or Rauchbeir.
• Mayonnaise sandwiches. Just white bread and mayonnaise.
• I just remembered more about the lard (or "dripping" as Grandfather would say). Nanna would keep an enamel bowl of it in the cupboard - and it was reused dripping from cooking. So really they were recycled-lard sandwiches. Which makes it all the better right? 'scuse me need to retch
• Mayonnaise andwiches, I still eat them. Fried snapping turtle is a favorite of mine. Bolonga and potato chip sandwiches aren't bad at all. Headcheese was something I tried once but only once. I watched my dad make it and never ate it again.
• And to stoke those dying doppelganger embers, like kit, I too enjoyed a good sugar sammich. But that all got changed once the therapists got involved.
• andwiches = sandwiches
• And I didn't realize until just recently that using a piece of bread to sop up the grease left in the pan after frying something, and then using that grease-soaked piece of bread in another sammich is at all unusual and/or disgusting. News to me. Especially here in North America, where the general tendency is to add grease rather than avoid it.
• Brains-n-eggs. Just mix them together and fry them up. Good with grits. Also, peanut butter and brown sugar. Just mix them together and eat with a spoon, in front of the TV. Why am I suddenly not hungry?
• Mayonnaise sandwiches!!! For the love of god, people! What is wrong with you all?
• Yeah, this is really.. I don't even think I ever ate anything weird like that.. crikey moses.
• Can't find horsemeat in Ottawa. Not even in HullGatineau? And otherwise Montreal, but that is a bit far on horseback.
• The German influence on my family's food ended with my dad, I think. I can't stand the sight or smell of any of the disgusting organ meats he would eat in wurst form. I did just recently have a flashback on his favorite "leftover" sammich. Cold mashed potatos spread on cold meat-of-choice (usually meatloaf or pork chop)between buttered white bread. My father-in-law was a scrambled brains in cream sauce guy, a close runner up to kippered herrings in some sort of garlic and sour cream. Gak. Oh yeah, partially because of these men, I have been a vegetarian for over thirty years.
• Hmm, I'd have to agree with ooga_booga. I'll take brains, (at least well-prepared goat brains) over a durian any day. A housemate once apologized for it, saying, "well, yes, it reeks like a horrible bathroom, but once you get over that, it's okay." I always thought (and still do) that smell influences taste a great deal. btw, those of you interested in eating virtual braaaains might want to join other monkeys here. (the archives aren't working, otherwise, I'd link to the MoFi thread.)
• Kippered herrings don't sound so bad. I like a good kipper. My granny told me about her brothers and father eating battered brains with cream sauce. Also the old standby of tripe. I think it had something to do with poverty.. Those brains are *way* bad for the arteries.
• Not even in HullGatineau? What, you want me to cross over to the Dark Side? Anyways, I'd probably have to get my passport renewed or something. And find a native guide. Way too much trouble. I keed.
• Mmmm. Kippered herrings with some nice, steenky cheese, a bit of Stilton, perhaps, and a glass of brandy.
• Are people still eating brains, after the CJD horror? Afterall sheep get their very own form of mad cow, called scrapie.
• Australia is still scrapie-free. Batter up!
• These brains are making me thirsty.
• Australian brains, the scrapie-free alternative.
• Pickled pig's feet surpassed only by Studenetz (jellied pork hocks). Yup, that's right, pork jello. My wife refuses to be in the same room with me when I eat it.
• Spam 'n Yams. Tuna Potato Chip Casserole. That's about as adventurous as we got.
• I was 30 years old before I ever encountered "scrapple". I erroneously thought that sounded dessert-like. Ordered it. Asked the waitress (a hearty, hardy Mennonite lass) WTF? She laughed and said it was "everything from a pig but the squeal." Thass right, the squeal came from me! Eeeeeeew. Y'all are pretty dizzzgusting.
• My Paw Paw and his brother used to have pickled pigs feet eating contests *urp* When I was two or three, my mom let me eat an entire jar of those big Polish dill pickles to teach me a lesson about self-control. All I learned was that I couldn't stand pickles for yeeeeeears.
• My mom used to make chicken-flavored jello with cabbage and carrots in it, and a mayonnaise dip. Sometimes there were green olives floating in there.
• Peanut butter, summer sausage and cheese on a cracker just rocks. I once ate two heaping bowls of menudo (which tastes awesome) but I choked on the third bowl because I finally realized, fully and truly and soul-deeply, just what I was eating (tripe).
• Menudo?
• Pickled pig feet, yeah. Liked them before... now makes me retch. Same with the headcheese. Back in the pleistocene, it used to be a yummy mixture of cartilage and meaty bits floating in this congealed, fatty substance. Last time I got some at the supermarket, out of nostalgia I guess, it was nothing but ham-like bits in a gel that sublimated at room temperature. And devoid of any flavor. Meh.
• Ya gotta go to a good German or Eastern European deli to get real headcheese. Personally, I prefer the stuff that has the bits of pickle and whatnot floating in the jelly as well as miscellaneous pork parts.
• Jellied tongue and blood and tongue sausage are some of my favourites for lunchtime sandwiches. My co-workers have taken to not asking me what I'm eating anymore. Mind you, they can't even handle my pickled egg salad sandwiches -- you havn't had egg salad till you've made it with pickled eggs.
• When I was 12 I thought the whole world would be veg/ie/gan. I now discover I was wrong. Oh so wrong.
• Grass, crayons, paste, black ants, WD-40, BenGay, empty gelatin caps, film emulsion, cardboard, ink out of Mead eraseables, the list of regrets could go on...
• Rocky Mountain Oysters. As a kid I imagined people on mountains, just picking up oysters. I still eat them, but only home-prepared ones. Mountain oysters at restaurants are always tough.
• Mmm, pigs feet. *drools*
• its been a long time since I have felt this utterly boring. I guess growing up in suburban new jersey in the 70s with a mom who considers making a grilled cheese sammitch cooking doesn't lend to culinary adventures... my dad, who is way too fond of spam, would take the leftover dinner french fries and put em on buttered bread. me, I prefer the chip sammitch, gotta be the ridged kind (and no weird flavored ones) but only when I'm pms-ing!! I swear!!
• I did use to eat dry nestle quick mix out of a cup with a spoon, it sort of melts on yr tongue....
• Mmm . . . . curried spam . . . . cube the spam, fry up till nice and crispy on the outside, and serve on a bed of basmati with a nice hot curry sauce. Salty-spicy-spamy-deliciousness!
• Lara: dear God in Heaven, no. Not only no, but hell no. I usually go about life pretending the 70's (other than Star Wars and Josey Wales) did not exist.
• Interesting that you pegged that dish as a 70s dish, which it totally was. I try to block that decade out too, but I still have the polyester imprint on my skin. It seems like the 70s mentality was something along the lines of "the uglier, the better".
• A collection of Jello Horrors. Of particulary disgusting interest: Olive and Pickle Lime Jello
• Once on vacation with family, on a multiple-destination trip, the last leg was on this low-rent bordertown with nothing but tax-free stores as attraction. We stocked up on cheap japanese toys and other crap. Money got tight so ended up last day eating spam sandwiches on wonder bread. Cold spam, out of the can. Hey, I was 12 I think; it was delicious...
• I second the pig testicles. They are better than you'd think but don't grind them up. The texture it creates isn't pleasant. Back in the day, people used to save them up and have neighborhood nut roasts, at least that's what my dad told me. These days I am living by the sea and have tried Tlingit dried seaweed, herring eggs on hair, and an unfortunate evening of seal oil. Very stinky.
• Kasanka, pigs blood sausage. Yum. The secrete ingrediant is wheat. Hey, whos making vampire jokes? One thing we make that is disgusting though is tripe. Cow stomach. Yuck, it's like chewing on rubber. ewwww... there was a scientific study back, in the late egihties early ninties that's interesting. A mouse having been trained to go through a maze, was disected and his brain was feed to anoher mouse. the second mouse having no training att all was sucsessful in finishing the maze on the first attempt. I've always wanted a piece of Einstiens brain. Might be kinda tastey. Spam? ain't that just dog food?
• Cephalopods. Especially cuttlefish. Actually squid is not too bad, but the last time I had baked cuttlefish it had a half digested sardine in its stomach.
• That reminds me of a joke, "theres a radition in spain, at the end of a bull fight, before the bull is slughtered everyone bids on the testicles. So one tourist pipes up at the end of the compition and places a winning bid. He's sitting at dinner that night and the waiter brings him his dish, he looks down at the plate, and asks the waiter "those are kinda small for bulls balls aren't they?" and the waiter says, "se Senoir the bull won"
• More scrumptious gelatin creations!
• 2 words. Vegemite. The second word is "Yum!"
• Yesterday I went to a morning tea thing where the cheeseball was made with gelatin and celery. It was the most awful thing. You went to stick a cracker in it and the cheeseball sort of wobbled away.
• i found a sugar sandwich recipe in a cookbook as a kid - peanut butter, margarine, brown and white sugar on white bread. loved those with a big glass of milk. my sister would eat picante sauce or miracle whip sandwiches. my big thing was ranch dressing on a slice of american cheese.
• Peanut butter and ham sandwiches. Mayonnaise and pork floss sandwiches. Marmite straight out of the bottle with a chopstick. Condensed milk ditto. Cheese and peanut butter sandwiches. For meat, just about everything edible that you can cut off an animal, I will eat. Tongue, heart, lungs, intestines, feet (I love pig trotters in soya sauce and chicken feet) etc.... Durian smells to me like milky cream drowned in honey. And tastes wonderful.
• my former housemate used to eat (and probably still does) slices of processed cheese (the kind that comes in plastic-wrapped single slices) on white bread, covered with tomato sauce (or 'ketchup', for those of you who believe in such things) and sprinkled with dried mixed herbs until the surface was green. Then he microwaved the lot until it was like dried rubber. also he would cook 2-minute noodles in soy sauce. as in, the normal way to cook 2-minute noodles, but with boiling soy instead of water. He was very expensive to live with.
• How about those super thin seaweed wafers? I don't know what the name of those are, but they melt on your tongue and are yummy.
• My Mom used to make us an invention that consisted of a slice of vienna sausage, a piece of cheddar cheese, and a piece of pineapple (from a can) on a toothpick. Separate, they weren't that great, but together, DELICIOUS. *flashes white trash cred* Actually, I bet I would still like it. Even though I lean toward vegetarianism.
• *gags How about this: Take a gallon of water in a deep pot, and bring to a boil. Add salt, pepper, and olive oil. Peel one HathorneWindigo and add to pot. Add a half cup of cranky. Turn pot down, and simmer till done. Mmm, one of the best recipes I know!
• *flashes white trash cred* How can you claim cred when your mom makes cocktail snacks? That sounds like the posh stuff!
• Um, which cocktail would you think that went with? Though his mother was pretty upscale in using chedder instead of Velveeta. I hadn't thought of Vienna sausages in years. Do they still make them?
• Oh, well, if we're talking about gross things that roommates cook, here's what a former roommate used to eat 3-5 times a week: 1. Boil a bag of macaroni. 2. Drain 3. Mix in 1 can tuna fish, 2 cups mayonnaise, 1 cup sour cream, 1 bag frozen peas. Eat cold. Mind you, we're not talking about a cash-poor, clueless college freshman, here. The man was 36. And fancied himself quite the chef, as well.
• Actually, without a rectally hidden Zanshin, that recipe isn't as good, BlueHorse.
• Chicken feet, cabesa or lenguas tacos ohhh and I once ate nothing but protein powder and water until I got my next work check. As a kid I used to love Quik powder and peanut butter sandwiches.
• Alnedra - I should note that although I can eat durian, I do not sing its praises. Its charms escape me. And Flagpole, that sounds suspiciously like Turducken, HWingo-ized.
• mmm...durian. Although it's true that I have wash my mouth and hands in salt water solution after eating durian, otherwise I smell pretty putrid after a couple of hours. Cocktails at weddings don't necessarily entail alcohol here, path. And I've seen stuff exactly as kamikazegopher describes being served by waiters in penguin suits on nifty little silver trays. I would really like to try Turducken one day. Sounds right up my carnivorous alley!
• When I went to Singapore I had a lick of my friends Durian icecream. Took HOURS and a piece of cheesecake to get rid of the taste! Bleeeergh. Maybe it's one of those foods you need to grow up with. Like Vegemite! Loved it as a kid - and still love it now!
• Vegemite! Bah. Marmite all the way. Especially grilled marmite and cheese sandwiches. let the vegemite vs marmite wars begin
• Marmite. That runny brown stuff? You have got to be kidding. Yucky-wucky. Vegemite all the way! We're happy little Vegemites, as bright as bright can be, We all enjoy our Vegemite for breakfast, lunch, and tea, Our mummy says we're growing stronger every single week, Because we love our Vegemite, We all adore our Vegemite, It puts a rose in every cheek!
• Vegemite: nothing but a stinky, weak-flavoured, Marmite-wanna-be-knockoff. Go for the real stuff. It'll put hair on your chest.
• Marmite-wanna-be-knockoff? As if... Did you know Vegemite is one of the world's richest known sources of Vitamin B? (It says so on the label). I bought a new jar of Vegemite tonight in the Meidi-ya near Tokyo station. There was no Marmite there. It's so yucky they don't stock it because no-one wants to buy it. Good grief I spent this morning getting almost all the hair waxed off of my body. Why would I want to eat something that tastes bad and will out extra hairs on me - especially places I don't already have them???
• Ah, but Marmite is an excellent source of niacin, thiamin, riboflavin, folic acid, and B12. And salt. Can't forget the salt. Mmmm. Salty.
• Marmite is 7h3 64y. Vegemite was invented by Jesus and eaten on the Last Supper. This was so 1337 they had to nail him up for it. But because he ate Vegemite the day before, he came back to life. True.
• Vegemite = Marmite for WIMPS They mix it with roo dung or somesuch down there. Can't handle the real stuff.
• The same goes for XXXX. Dip finger in Marmite Dip same finger in Sugar It's Salty, Sweet and Delicious! It's Salweelicious!
• I was never going to admit this to anyone. My sister and I used to sneak downstairs early in the morning and eat hot dogs cold, right out of there package. As if cooked hot dogs aren't horrible enough. Whew. I feel like a great weight has been lifted.
• mechagrue, isn't that macaroni salad?
• Live Monkey Brains
• Goodness I never realized special tables were needed to serve those...
• Welsh rarebit was always a favorite with me as a kid. My cousin Doug, who's my age, used to make a mean peanut butter, mashed banana, and crisp bacon sandwich, and would make me one, too. I never refused one after the first bite, as I recall. [bad Buddhist!] This was back when we were 14-15, and might have eaten our leather belts if we had only had enough ketchup handy.
• Abiezer: The version of the story which I'd heard included the pouring of hot broth into the brain pan in which the brains were stewed. I'm so glad to hear there's little to no substantiation to the story and that it's unlikely that this practice actually occurs.
• I love mashed banana and peanut butter sandwiches still. (minus the bacon)
• You know, I would've sworn I saw an actual video of the practice (live monkey brain eating, that is). I remember it being so utterly disturbing I boxed up the memory of it and hid it somewhere. But just now I looked in the box. The video was actually of a bat being boiled alive. The cook was laughing at the floppity antics of the dying thing. Oy.
• friends of mine created this camping fav: the pb&j slammer, a peanut butter n jelly sammich dipped in egg batter and fried like french toast. despite ample enthusiastic kudos from friends, I have yet to brave it...
• "..I would've sworn I saw an actual video of the practice.." You would have seen the infamous Faces of Death recreation, which was purposely contrived for effect.
• Kidneys. Pork kidneys. Never, EVER, eat pork kidneys. Bleah :P
• After accidentally eating relish on my hot dog, I looked up the word on wikipedia. I was only slightly suprised to learn that "relish" is actually German for "Satan's anus."