Weird Combinations

I was trying to figure out what I should have for a lunch snack today when I went home to let the dogs out....(hmmm....that statement could be an interesting euphemism all by itself)....and I ended up settling on a couple slices of cheddar and a couple of slices of summer sausage and back out the door....not much of a lunch. As I stood and waited for the dogs to do their thing and allowed them some obligatory sniffing where the deer and fox run around, I thought about weird combinations of food (weird at least to me) that people I know enjoyed.

I have told the story on here years ago about my grandfather's extreme dislike for spaghetti, but every morning he used to have a couple of wafer cookies and a shot of pickle juice. Yes they were the store bought wafer cookies with the frosting between the thin cardboard like wafers. He said that the wafer cookies made the pickle juice sweeter....of course at lunch he had a shot of Jim Beam and a shot of pickle juice and never explained how the combination worked together...

My great uncle (my grandpa's brother), who I had to care for as he failed (a whole different story) would pour a whole mess of goldfish crackers on a plate and then dip a knife in a jar of miracle whip (not mayo) and then use the miracle whipped knife to dip up a goldfish cracker. By the time he was done, that jar of miracle whip was double dipped at least a hundred times. I never asked him and never tried it myself, but he certainly liked it right to the day he died.

When we were working for my dad down at the shop in the winter time we would have crackers, sliced spam and cheddar cheese sandwiches that would sit on a cookie sheet on the woodstove to the point that the cheese was all melty. This in itself was not weird...it actually was pretty good even if it was a bit of a spartan lunch on freezing cold days...the weird part was that my dad would put peanut butter on the crackers he was eating before the spam and cheese....neither my brother or I was interested in trying it.

My other grandpa would take a big Vidalia (sweet) onion, slice it thick and then put a slice on a plate, salt and pepper it and pour a bit of apple cider vinegar on top of it...he would then cut it in pizza like slices and stab the slices with a fork and eat it raw....I suppose the vinegar and salt made it something of a pickled onion...but I still thought it was weird.

I have never been a picky eater because we were brought up to appreciate what we had and for the most part it was all great, but these and a few others stand out in my mind with sort of a WTF explanation point....

Of course now I am hungry again and think I will call one of the local commercial fishermen and see if I can talk them into cleaning me up a batch of whitefish livers. Hey! there is nothing weird about that!