A while back Jim Casada wrote a guest post about unusual eating habits. If you missed it you can go here to read it.
Ever since the post was published I’ve been wanting to share some of the comments with you. Today finally felt like the right time.
Denise R: When reading Jim’s story I kept thinking about my dad eating crackers and milk together, cornbread and milk, pickled pigs feet and pickled bologna. I remember my grandparents eating pig’s brain with scrambled eggs. My uncle would put sugar on his cottage cheese, I tried it once needless to say I didn’t try it a 2nd time.
Ron Greene: My paternal grandfather enjoyed sardines. He mashed them with a fork, added chopped onion and sprinkled them with vinegar. We ate them on saltines. My mother’s mother drank Postum. We would pour some in the saucer and blow it cool. If she ran out of Postum we drank what she called “sugar tea”, hot water, sugar and milk in a coffee cup.
Gloria Hayes: So many of these things are so familiar to me and I will add a few more. Mayonnaise sandwiches, sugar sandwiches, peanut butter mixed with molasses, my father-in-law loved mustard sandwiches. My mother-in-law made a big pot of some kind of hash or stew as she called it with spare-ribs, liver, all kind of stuff, something called lites in it, not sure. It was good but I wasn’t ever sure what I was eating, lol. She made the best cornmeal dumplings with chicken livers also. Growing up I ate my share of brains and eggs also. I went to school one time and told what I had eaten for breakfast and some of the town kids thought I had lost my mind. One last thing, my mama used to soak soda crackers in her coffee, and I tried it and loved it also.
Christine: My dad always put cornbread in his buttermilk and sometimes sweet milk. My oldest sister Linda loved putting peanuts in her Pepsi. I remember sucking the dew from the Honeysuckle flowers as a child. Salt on watermelon always made it sweeter and I still do that if the watermelon I get don’t taste sweet. Using cornbread or biscuits to sop up any juice from meats, beans, soup or stews is still a thing I do. I’ve seen people put their hot coffee or tea in a saucer to cool while drinking, which I always thought was funny. Many times my mom would put cream on hot cooked fruit as our dessert. We put my PawPaw Nelson’s home made Hot pepper Chowchow on any type of cooked beans. I’ve never found any that tasted as good as his and sadly never got his recipe.
Wanda L. Benzing: I still love cornbread and milk, mixing butter with honey or syrup and eating it on a hot biscuit, and pouring cream or whole milk on oatmeal or fruit cobblers, My mother never wasted any part of a hog when Dad butchered a hog. She cooked the head and we ate the brains and she used the meat to make souse we ate just a slice of or put it on a sandwich. She also made pickled pig’s feet and cracklins when she rendered the fat to make lard. Some of the parts were made into sausage which she would make into patties, fry, and put into jars and can for later use. When we were young we would go to my aunt’s house and for a snack we would open a cold biscuit and put butter and sugar on it.
Debbie: These are all familiar! We break up cathead biscuits in coffee and we call it “sop”. One of my favorite things is crumbled saltines in milk. We eat a Ky steak, peanut butter, and cheese sandwich on occasion. My papaw always put a spoon of peanut butter on his fried egg and spooned it on his biscuit! So good!! I reckon I remember Daddy eating cornbread and buttermilk at least twice a week. Sometimes Momma would put sweetin in the cornbread.
If you have any odd food customs please leave a comment and share them.
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My mother would toast a 1” thick slice of her homemade bread, put it on a plate, pour boiling water over it, use a spatula to press it “dry”, put butter on it and eat it. She put a little brown sugar on a buttered bread slice and dampened it with a little bit of can milk, fold in half for a brown sugar sandwich. In 70 years, I’ve never seen anyone else do either of these two things.
Loved mashed potato sandwiches, garden green bean sandwiches, spaghetti sandwiches, open face peanut butter & applesauce sandwiches.
Our idea of pizza was biscuit dough rolled out, topped with her “hot stuff”, (hot & green peppers canned in catsup), with Velveeta atop. We loved sandwiches made with just buttered bread and her hot stuff.
Our spaghetti sauce was undrained browned ground beef mixed with a bottle of catsup. Sounds funny now but it was wonderful when made and leftover.
Even today, I love vanilla cake covered in warm, cooked vanilla pudding.
My great uncle always used to pour hot percolated coffee in the saucer to cool. My grandpa ate “head cheese” sandwiches (can you still buy that?). He also dipped Vienna sausages in mayonnaise (my momma said I liked it too). I stayed up late during summers with My momma and she’d fry up taters and we’d make tater sandwiches with mayo, cheese and raw onion. I used to eat mayo sandwiches if we were out of cheese. After school I ate cheese sandwiches and nestle’ quick chocolate milk. My friend used to eat peanut butter and ham sandwiches. She also took her vitamin in a spoonful of grape jelly to make it go down easier. We never had hot dog/hamburger buns, we used sliced bread and made weenie or hamburger sandwiches.
We loved a good mayonnaise sandwich, peanut butter and banana or a spaghetti sandwich. (Just buttered soft white bread folded over with a spoon of spaghetti). Grammy used to make a good dandelion gravy with homemade biscuits. Thanks for the reminders on memory lane!
When I was a little girl, my nephew and I would spread some peanut butter on saltine crackers then top it with a jumbo marshmallow, turn the oven broiler on in mamas kitchen and place the cracker goodies on a baking sheet. We had to watch carefully so it wouldn’t burn! But I hint of burn made them even better!
It was gooooood!!!
I remember so many things daddy liked to eat. He loved to open a can of sardines and put some mustard on them. Put them in crackers. I’d sit at the table and eat them with him.
When growing up we, had to eat what was put on the table, or go without. So we ate what was put or what we put on our plates to eat. And they say don’t get more than your eyes will fill the stomach . Or your eyes were bigger than your stomach. We would have fried rabbit for breakfast with eggs gravy and biscuits if we didn’t have bacon or sausage or jowl bacon or ham as meat. Sometimes bologna for breakfast as the meat Z who doesn’t love a fried bologna sandwiches with the toppings. Mustard or mayonnaise or miracle whip with onion and tomatoes or just with a fried egg and cheese.I was raised on all game from the wildlife forest. If it be deer meat squirrel meat rabbit, cow turkey, chicken hogs, doves. Also fish from the lakes and the rivers.Bass was our family favorite and flathead catfish and bluegills and trout and frog legs. I can remember my parents and grandparents doing the butter and jelly and or honey mixed together to put on a biscuit to eat just like how Tipper does. We would make homemade popcorn balls out of sorghum molasses in the fall. We would have Matt’s favorite tomato sandwiches with mayonnaise to get as a dinner or supper. We would also put gravy over sliced tomatoes to for breakfast if we didn’t have meat as well to tomato substituted for the missing meat. My parents ate buttermilk or milk with crumbled cornbread as I did to at times I can’t do milk at all makes me deathly ill. We also ate soup beans with fried potatoes with onions and collards greens and macaroni and tomato juice and salmon patty’s at least once a week. My mom always made food that would last a couple days for leftovers like soup beans. I would eat my dads hunting pack that would have Sardines in it or Vienna sausages or beany weeny’s out of the can with saltines crackers and pickled bologna with crackers and the sardines with crackers and mustard yuck I wouldn’t eat sardines unless I had to now lol but I sure love it when I was little . We have a Pepsi in the glass bottles with peanuts as a treat. We helped our parents to canned all our garden vegetables and fruits for the winter and put them away for winter months to come. I always put myself as if I’m right there in the Presley family because is is exactly like how my family came up with the fixings always nothing different even the recipes are the same. From my Ky through the hills to NC . Tipper your Appalachian ways are true to how our Ky Appalachian ways were with my grandparents ways of the Eastern Ky . You have brought back so many memories for me and my grandparents how how I miss them and your sweet momma aka granny it’s almost like a twin family blended in my eyes of the ways of the good ole Appalachian traits . I have many many more I could add but as for me mine are not much different than Tippers. When I purchased the new cook book I was in awe with my melma recipes and yours there identical it must be the Appalachian way or recipes shared throughout the hills of the great Appalachian.
Hi there everyone. Growing up I ate sour cream with sugar sprinkled on top on a slice of bread. Ketchup sandwich was a favorite. My daughter ate mashed potato sandwiches. I am very much like my dad. He would, like me, mix his food together on the plate, or at least their juices mingle. My mother, sister and brother would keep their different foods miles apart. My mom loves head cheese and pigs feet. I love kidneys and onions on white rice. Daddy wasn’t picky with food. He would at least try something. Mama only really eats what she grew up with or had been forced to try. Happy late birthday Tipper. Thanks for all the memories you help me to remember with these stories. Anna from Arkansas.
Wow, I had no idea the food combination that is definitely different! I thought my husband was strange when he asked me to fix him a peanut butter and dill pickle sandwich or peanut butter with tomato sandwich. I guess he’s not strange after all, in fact, he’s in good company with the rest of all unique eaters. 🙂
As a kid, I ate an onion biscuit. I have ate peanut biscuit also. We would take that when we would
go to the barn and work in tobacco. I’ve ate A mayonnaise sandwich and I have eaten mustard sandwich too. I remember at our cousins house they ran out of milk for their cornflakes and used water. That was awful. The old cow had to produce milk for 10 people in that family.
I grew up thinking that everyone enjoyed dill pickles with their cake – LOL! Most people I have asked turn their nose up at this idea, but growing up in my house whenever we had cake, particularly birthday cake, we had a jar of pickles out on the table too. We most always had yellow cake with chocolate icing for birthday cakes and a dill pickle alongside of the cake. My husband will now tell people not to knock it until they have tried it – we have converted him to eating his cake with a pickle. I don’t know, perhaps it was just my mom and dad’s family. Or, it could have just been my dad’s taste buds because he had some odd combinations he would put together like he would put fruit cocktail on his tossed salad if it was offered on a salad bar and I think on vanilla ice cream too if there was a can open. He had been known to put yogurt on top of his vanilla ice cream too claiming it made it healthier .
Ketchup on top of pinto beans with or without some diced onion too or chow-chow.
A dollop of mayonnaise on top of a square of congealed (fruit cocktail) salad . (Husband)
A slice of white bread spread with peanut butter. Turn the peanut butter side upside down in a bowl of popcorn and enjoy popcorn with peanut buttered bread. (Husband)
peanut butter mixed with just enough mayo to make it really creamy and soft and serve on top of pears or with sliced apples. (Husband)
Sugar sprinkled on top of (tomato based) vegetable soup or chicken & vegetable (tomato based)soup. (Grandma)
Bacon bit sandwich: white bread spread with butter and sprinkled with bacon bits. (niece)
Sandwich with just a slab of onion, maybe with some mayo too. (Mom)
Sausage biscuit with mustard. (Mom)
Bowl of ice cream, pour your favorite soda over the ice cream and sprinkle with peanuts. (My mom’s)
Cantaloupe sprinkled with ground black pepper. (Another one of dad’s combinations.)
Cucumber sandwich: white bread spread with cream cheese which has been mixed with Italian dressing mix, sliced cucumbers. (online recipe but most people I know have never had a cucumber sandwich except at maybe a tea or wedding shower/reception)
I had not heard of putting sugar on the grits until recently but I have never had grits that way.
This was fun reading what everyone eats and remembering what we have eaten through the years and in different families.
Sugar takes the acidic bite out of tomato. I always put sugar in pasta sauce or tomato based soup I make. And I always put black pepper on cantaloupe.
We can a lot of whole tomatoes (100-425 qts. per year). We eat them in soups, stews, Italian dishes, etc. All my life my mother would add a tablespoon per quart. I once asked her why and she said that was the way her mother done it. I’m sure my grandmother did it as an acid reducer. We do the same.
I don’t consider it odd but I have some unique food preferences:
Mustard, mayonnaise and peanut butter from a spoon. No bread, no crackers, no nothing!
Sliced onion with a little salt and mustard in a hollowed out biscuit (I remove all the doughy part leaving only the crusts).
Chocolate creme Christmas candy on one half of another hollowed out biscuit baked until the candy is melted and the exposed inside of the other half of the biscuit is lightly toasted.
Cold whole sweet potatoes. Baked until done, cooled then refrigerated overnight. Hopefully the skin peels off, otherwise eat the peeling too.
I used to make bread mountains for my sister Freda when she was little. She was opposite me in that she wouldn’t eat the crust. She would give me her light bread, biscuit or cornbread and beg me to make her some “mountains”. Mountains were the doughy (some call it fluffy) inside of these three breads. I would pinch it into little pointed pyramid shaped bite sized pieces. She wouldn’t touch the crust and I liked only crust so we has a symbiotic relationship. I made more mountains from my dough for her and ate her crust.
There are many more but I don’t want to hog all the post.
My mother told me that my grandfather ate ketchup on everything. She even saw him drink the ketchup straight from the bottle. ( That is when ketchup only came in glass bottles). I also, had an uncle who only ate green beans if they were covered in ketchup. As for me, I am another person who loves raw onion on my peanut butter sandwiches or sometimes just peanut butter between two slices of raw onion. I also love green pepper wedges with peanut butter. I also like my oatmeal to be savory instead of sweet. My husband is the exact opposite. He loves his oatmeal, grits and white rice sweetened with honey, maple syrup or cane sugar.
I CAN DEFINITELY REMEMBER EATING CORNBREAD AND BUTTERMILK OR SWEET MILK. IN FACT, I STILL DO IT. ONE OF MY DADDY’S BROTHERS ATE BREAKFAST CEREAL IN BUTTERMILK. I HAVE HAD BISCUITS IN COFFEE MANY MANT TIMES, OF COURSE THE COFFEE HAD MILK AND I PUT SUGAR IN IT TOO. WE CALLED IT SOKIE. I’VE EATEN MANY MAYONNAISE, BUTTER AND SUGAR, SORGUM SYRUP AND MUSTARD AND ONION SANDWICHES. IS IT ANY WONDER I HAVE LOTS OF HEALTH ISSUES. LOL
I do like a dollop of peanut butter on chocolate or vanilla ice cream. When I was a child, some Friday nights after dinner, Daddy and I would eat canned sardines on saltines for a bedtime snack.
I have eaten deer, wild turkey, dove, ground hog, frogs, squirrel, rabbit, and chitlins, plus lots of fish. Butter and honey is so good on a hot homemade biscuit. I just love food.
My mother grew up in a large very poor family. Most of the time they had a cow. One of the things she made for us was milk soup which consisted of heated milk with a bit of butter, salt, pepper and onion in it. The onion was a luxury for her family in the winter. Tipper, you talked about chocolate gravy as being a breakfast when there was little to fix. I think milk soup was my grandmother’s equivalent to chocolate gravy although served for supper.
Thinking of and praying for Granny and all your family.
Didn’t think of it earlier, I like to eat Dukes sandwich spread on sody crackers and loaf/light bread. I think it is just mayonnaise and relish mixed together with some spices. For me and other southerners it has got to be Dukes when it comes to mayonnaise. When growing up my sister in law- I nicknamed her Trouble, would eat raw onion and mayonnaise sandwiches. I told her she was trying to keep all of the boys away. Her nickname, I married her sister when she was 9 years old, she accidentally (I think ) dropped a big rock or brick on my barefoot big toe a day or so before the wedding, we laugh about me getting married and having my big toe wrapped upon my honeymoon.
I’ve had many if not most of the things mentioned here. I’m not much on souse meat but I do love liver pudding. I wish Neese’s was sold in Texas. My Pa loved liver pudding on saltines. We had it every time we spent a day on a lake, along with ‘rat’ cheese (strong hoop cheese from a country store) and vienna sausage and potted meat. Just talkin’ about ’em lets me remember and the taste almost appears.
I grew up eating grits with fried fish. If there was fish there was grits and if there was grits there was butter and sugar. I always put butter and sugar on my grits. I don’t know if this was something done just in our family, but when I first had grits with eggs, bacon and sausage for breakfast with my wife’s mother’ sister’s family, they put so much salt on the grits when cooking that I couldn’t get them sweet enough to eat. I did learn to eat them with salt but most always use sugar on grits unless the grits are done with sharp cheddar cheese.
Prayer continue for Miss Louzine.
God’s Blessings to all . . .
My younger brother would always eat mayonnaise sandwiches after school. I remember my mama making herself a sliced fresh garlic and mustard sandwich on light bread one time for lunch. My husband loves pickled pigs feet. My brother also would only eat cooked pinto beans with ketchup.
The pink butter beans from your video last night look exactly like beans my father-in-law used to grow. They are so beautiful. He called them Italian beans. Some call them scarlet flower beans because of their beautiful blooms. We always let them grow until the dark green shell gets even bigger and a lighter color and the beans look really big. Then they shell really easily. They are pink now and turn speckled dark purple. As they grow. When we cook them they turn brown and creat a rich, dark broth. My husband loves them cooked until tender and then cook longer with garlic and tomatoes and hot peppers. They may not be the same, of course, but they look alike anyway. We still have some seeds saved. We haven’t grown them in a few years because something keeps clipping off the blooms as they come on. We always just get enough to save for seed again. My husband’s dad never had this problem. He must have had a secret we don’t know. I very much enjoyed your garden video last night. I was just so excited to see those pretty beans.
Here in southeast Penna we eat scrapple. It’s fried and I eat it plain. My husband puts syrup on his and some people put ketchup on it. My husband thinks it’s odd to eat it plain. My mother-in-law use to eat raw hamburger as well as some others have commented
I’ll eat homemade (but only homemade!) vanilla ice cream with saltines used to scoop up the icecream.
I like saltine crackers with my snowcream as does most of my family.
Oooh! Mayonnaise sandwiches! My mother would make them for me and my brothers. The sandwiches, so lovingly prepared, satisfied the sharp hunger of youth.
And, oooh, honey-butter biscuits! My maternal grandmother, the prettiest girl in Dallas who married the most handsome man in all of Texas (who hailed from Appalachia), taught us to mix honey and butter on a plate, then to scoop great mounds of that Heavenliness onto hot biscuits. She would slice the biscuits for us so that they would not burn our tender hands. Then she would give each of us a very dull table knife so that we could ‘dress’ our own biscuits. Those meals were gloriously sweet and sticky.
Thank you for reminding me of that long ago time.
How is Granny today? May God comfort and heal her.
I have did many of the things mention today when it comes to eating except I do not eat sardines, half raw eggs, brains of any kind, and most of all Liver. I made myself sick by eating a bait of fresh hog liver when I was a young kid and now I won’t even use liver for catfish bait.
This goes back to yesterday, I read over the comments again at about 11 o’clock last night, a couple of things, without trying to take anything away from Pap, from what I have read of Pap he and my father in law were as alike as two peas in a pod. He had a small unprofessional band of a few other country men. His daughter, Kathy, would sometimes sing with him, she starting singing with them when she was 3years old, she would stand on an old straight back, cane bottom chair and hold on to the back. Her two signature songs were Build My Mansion and Where The Roses Never Fade, when she sang them you could say those songs had now been sung. If I was around she would always sing Where The Roses Never Fade for me, I told her I wanted her to sing these at my funeral but Kathy passed away from a very rare brain disease on Dec.2,2016, she was 63 years old. I guess one of the highlights of his(Paw’s) musical life was playing with Mac McGaha at Nashville in Mac’s sidewalk show, they had spent several years together when teenagers and Mac lived at Ware Shoals, SC. Mac saw him in the audience and called him up on stage. My father in law’s band The Old Timer and The Country Boys would go several nights almost every week tto area nursing homes and have a devotion and sing the songs of old for the ones there. They would do this free of charge. They would even go at least one night a week before all of them had retired.
Robert Hutchins, you can sign up for Jim Casada’s monthly newsletter on http://www.jimcasadaoutdoors.com or e-mail jimcasada@comporium.net. Without letting the cat out of the bag, I got wind of an idea concerning unusual recipes being kicked around by two unnamed members of the BP&A.
One other thing before I hush I think Donna mentioned me being brave enough to sing out loud, but after that scare I put into Tricia at church, I now sing solo, so low no one can hear me!
My grandmother use to eat raw hamburger sandwiches made with white bread, usually with sliced onion, pepper and salt. ( Early 70’s) Today I would imagine the hamburger bought in a store would make you sick if eaten raw.
Another sandwich she would eat would be butter and sliced onions.
Breakfast was usually carnation instant breakfast in the pouches with milk in the 70’s.
Oh how things have changed. Those surely were the good old days.
Prayers for Granny!
Growing up, rabbit and squirrel meat was on the table as often as we could shoot one. Sometimes they were fried, sometimes cooked in gravy. I was the one who ate the head meat: jaw muscles, tongue, brains. For some reason, when cleaning game we never saved the hearts or livers. Don’t know why.
My grandmother made sweet potato biscuits. Hot out of the oven, l split them open and added a pat of butter and a spoonful of sugar. Yum! She also scrambled eggs and pork brains together for breakfast. Brains have a very unique taste, almost sweet. Maybe that’s where the term sweetmeats comes from.
My wife says I’m “ODD”. I have never cared for mayo so I use peanut butter on my banana or tomato sandwiches. My tomato never slides out like her’s does.
Seems as if what we thought was “unusual “ was much more common than we expected.
Growing up, we ate a lot of fish. Mama always made Cole slaw, which I liked to put ketchup on.
My daddy liked to take half a cantaloupe and put vanilla ice cream in it.
I had an uncle who like buttermilk and cornbread and he would put onion and pickled beets in it.
I have forgotten about cantaloupe with vanilla ice cream. So good!
Dear Tipper, my father loved raw onion and peanut butter sandwiches. I tried it and love it as well. As a young girl I would roll shoestring potato chips in pansy flowers, that was a little weird, but it tasted good to me, lol. Happy Sunday!
I always liked a biscuit with bacon and jelly. My husband is famous for odd combinations of food. We call him the mixer! I really enjoy the videos where you and Matt have a popsicle and just talk. I feel like I’m right there with you. Praying for y’all. Take care and God bless ❣️
Sliced radishes on a chunky peanut butter sandwich.
this got me to thinking about some of the things growing up…probably the strangest (and still do it on a rare occasion) is jam with my mashed taters…when i was little mom and granny would let me eat jam with anything long as it got me to eat..so i’d dip about anything in jam (especially if it was raspberry red or black), pork chops, sausage, eggs, mashed taters, fried liver (didn’t like the onions back then), green beans, cornbread or whatever…i guess they figured if it got me to eat a little jam wouldn’t hurt…
I know where some of the unusual combinations originated in my family. Some foods would be considered important for health but there would be family members who didn’t like the food that was supposed to be good for you. Creative moms and dads would “dress up” the food to make it more palatable for the child or adult who didn’t like the taste. Buttermilk and cornbread was one of those combinations. A relative had ulcers and was told to drink buttermilk. He didn’t like the thickened liquid texture. So he would take a glass of buttermilk and drop chunks of cornbread until it just became wet cornbread. Then he’d eat it with a spoon.
My mother always insisted I eat pintos, limas, or any beans because it was “good for me.” It turns out that when grown, I found out that I’m allergic to all beans, including limas and pintos. That’s why I never cared for eating them when I was a child. They always made my mouth “feel funny”. Of course they didn’t know about such allergies back then but they do now.
Good morning. When I was a kid Grandma Rosie would fix salt fish (pickled fish in salt) and scrambled eggs with biscuits for breakfast. It was delicious. The fish was bought at George Marshall’s country store after she quit doing her own fish. Plus my dad grew white ice sickle radishes in the garden. We would pull them, wash’m good and slice them long wise in thin strips. Scramble eggs. Then we would put mayo, radishes and eggs on light bread. Gosh, it sure was good. I still do that once in a while.
My mother put cream on fruit, crackers, and rice, and she loved warm milk, which I cannot stand. She ate pickled pigs feet and brains–two more things I don’t care for. She also ate squirrel, rabbit, frog legs, and turtle–all yummy! She made what she called homemade hash with whatever she had, which I loved as a child, and she made dollaps of fried bread, usually with a dusting of sugar. What I remember was her cooking cleverness.
As a little girl, I loved butter bread with cinnamon and sugar. It had a grainy “crunch” that toast didn’t have because the sugar didn’t melt. As an adult, I’ve discovered cornbread straight out of the oven with a little mayo and thick slices of tomato from the garden. Everything good about summer on a plate!
I have a friend who deeply enjoys yellow mustard on her watermelon. I love how so many people have these little differences!
I guess I’m odd but none of the things I’ve read here are odd to me though potted meat and peanut butter almost is. Seems more like the ‘oddities’ are a good fit with the current foody fad of opposites; for example to salt/sugar of peanuts in coke. So those odd people were just really sophisticated about flavors? We’re not oddities, just individuals. I put hot sauce in wimpy ginger ale (ground red pepper would be better).
Years ago, I worked with a friend who loved to roll a whole stick of butter in white sugar and eat it as a treat. I never tried that. Sometimes I do enjoy a fresh hot piece of cornbread with butter and sorghum. I also love a bowl of vanilla or chocolate ice cream topped with a large dollip of peanut butter.
My maternal grandpa would beat an egg, add a little salt, break up pieces of bread and put it in the beaten up egg. As a kid, I loved it. Wouldn’t think of doing that today. One of my girlfriends liked to eat potato chip sandwiches with black licorice sticks on the side. When we were growing up, Mother always sprinkled white sugar on french toast. Imagine my surprise when I had french toast for the first time from a restaurant and was given syrup to put on it. I still like it better with white sugar. Karo or Bob White table syrup (we called it molasses) were always used on pancakes or waffles.
We drank the Coca Cola with peanuts back in the 50’s growing up. My daddy would always eat saltine crackers with his watermelon. We would eat it like that also but would not eat too many because we saved the saltines for daddy so he wouldn’t run out of them. I love peanut butter & banana sandwiches but usually only eat them when my bananas are getting to ripe to use for anything else.
Hugs & prayers for Granny & the entire family this week!
Nicki, what do you mean back in the 50’s, right at this moment I have 24 of the small packs of planters peanuts in the kitchen waiting to be poured into a good cold Coke Cola or Pepsi. I ordered the peanuts on Amazon, I can no longer find these packs in the stores around here. I was a kid in the 50’s, does still doing this mean I am still a kid at heart? I hope you know I am teasing you.
Sweet milk and cornbread or sweet milk and saltiness, mayonnaise sandwich is all of these that I’ve tried and liked.
Praying for Granny and family.
My family did several of the foods already mentioned but I’ll add a couple. Grandad ate tiger meat and fed us spoonfuls. Tiger meat was fresh ground beef with tobasco. Bologna and peanutbutter sandwiches, garden peas cooked in cream and sugar, summer salad of garden lettuce with cottage cheese and half a pear.
I grew up eating mayonnaise on green beans, sugar on spaghetti, mayonnaise sandwiches and mustard and ketchup sandwiches. Also ate banana sandwiches with mayonnaise and potato chips on the sandwich. Cornbread and milk is so delicious! Always ate that late in the evening after supper as a treat. All are very delicious even though they sound odd. Love seeing what everyone grew up eating. Continued prayers for Granny ❤️
Pintos, canned tomatoes, chopped onion and cornbread or crackers- it’s delish! Being as I was in the Army, I can basically eat cold food and just about anything that’s NOT fish. I once asked mommy when I was about 5 years old (and she was eating sardines) if that was the daddy, mommy, babies, uncles, and aunts all in that can lined up together. She was always easy to get nauseated and so after I said that, she quit eating them there and then. He he lol. I’ve been different all my life, y’all!
My parents ate ALL of the above. I as a child loved mayonaise sandwiches. I also would put butter on a piece of light bread and sprinkle sugar on it. If I folded the bread in half that was a LEAN-TO. I still say that. One thing I didn’t see mentioned was Shad roe. I grew up in Georgetown, SC. The boats still bring in fresh seafood daily. My mama would send me to the fish house to get a shad when they were “running”. You could see the water through the holes in the floor. Mama would say, “Don’t let him give you a BUCK shad make sure it is a Roe. She would bake the shad and what they savored was the roe. Those prized yellow eggs!!! They loved them fried with scrambled eggs.
My parents ate ALL of the above. I as a child loved mayonaise sandwiches. I also would put butter on a piece of light bread and sprinkle sugar on it. If I folded the bread in half that was a LEAN-TO. I still say that. One thing I didn’t see mentioned was Shad roe. I grew up in Georgetown, SC. The boats still bring in fresh seafood daily. My mama would send me to the fish house to get a shad when they were “running”. You could see the water through the holes in the floor. Mama would say, “Don’t let him give you a BUCK shad make sure it is a Roe. She would bake the shad and what they savored was the roe. Those prized yellow eggs!!! They loved them fried with scrambled eggs.
That sounds like you might have grown up in Grifton, NC.
I wonder if they still have the “Shad Festival” in Grifton?
As stated before, I am an eater of cornbread, onions, and buttermilk salted and peppered to taste. Yes, the cornbread is ALWAYS sugarless. Most of those things mentioned above I have heard of, tried, and some I eat regularly (i.e. pear salad/lettuce, pear halves, a dob of Kraft mayonnaise and shredded cheddar cheese on top). I do not regularly eat “soakie” but knew folks who did. Old timers called a biscuit crumbled into hot black coffee “soakie” and would eat this concoction for breakfast. I imagine bread and drink have been mixed together since there was bread, but I figured “soakie” in the South was a holdover of Civil War soldiers soaking Hardtack (a flour, salt, and water mixture baked dry that will last indefinitely) in boiled coffee to soften and flavor it. The army referred to Hardtack as “crackers” which it was a far cry from what we call crackers today. It is as hard as a brick and might just stop a bullet.
To some it might seem odd, but too others on here it might be very normal, but my entire family eats mayonnaise on purple hulled peas, pintos, great northern, butter beans, etc.
I come from a hog-killing family and we’d make “head cheese” (aka souse meat). I liked it with crackers. I tried brains when I was young, but didn’t particularly care for them scrambled with eggs and Polk salad. My grandaddy liked squirrel brains, but I did not care for them. They have since been linked to “mad-cow” Encephalitis forms of the disease.
I eat mayonnaise and crackers for a snack. Has to be Premium crackers too! They sure are good but not an odd thing to eat!
Everyone have a great Monday and be kind to each other! I hear there’s storms coming today so buckle down! I’m off to crafts at my church!
Tipper, happy belated birthday. I’m sure Matt’s supper Friday night was excellent! Continued prayers for all the family.
Brenda, I like to eat peanut butter on my Premium brand of sody crackers (saltines to the higher class people). I also like to eat cheese- hopefully eat cheese with these crackers
That was suppose to be eat Rat cheese with the crackers. I will now add and a thick piece of boloney to go along with this. Crackers, rat cheese and a thick slice of boloney cut from a roll of boloney at an old country store was once the lunch (dinner) for many country folks especially the loggers and the ones cutting pulpwood.
Growing up, we ate a lot of fish. Mama always made Cole slaw, which I liked to put ketchup on.
My daddy liked to take half a cantaloupe and put vanilla ice cream in it.
I had an uncle who like buttermilk and cornbread and he would put onion and pickled beets in it.
My husband loves peanut butter and potted meat sandwiches. I admit I used to like potted meat when I was little but now I cannot stomach even the thought of it. In between grocery store trips when I was a kid and we’d ran out of sandwich meat and cheese I’d eat mayonnaise sandwiches or ketchup sandwiches. That’s all the odd things I can think of at the moment but I’m sure there’s more lol
We used to make sliced banana sandwiches with peanut butter and Miracle Whip.
When we were out of bananas we just made peanut butter and Miracle Whip sandwiches.
Occasionally we made sliced pineapple and Miracle Whip sandwiches.
When we made home made chili we made peanut butter and dark Karo syrup sandwiches. This tasted so good with the hot chili, crackers and a cold glass of milk!
I love hot cornbread in the chili instead of crackers.
We put hot cornbread in a bowl with milk. My parents liked to use buttermilk with their cornbread and I preferred regular milk. Mama never made sweet cornbread, so when I grew up and tasted sweet cornbread and milk, it just wasn’t the same.
My mama used to make “cold slaw”as a side to fried chicken. This was a large bowl of lettuce, ripe tomatoes cut into chunks and Miracle Whip salad dressing. When I grew up and was served “cole slaw,” (chopped cabbage, sliced carrots and salad dressing) I was so surprised!! I have been hard of hearing since I was young and didn’t catch the difference in the words. It took me a long time to get used to cole slaw instead of my mama’s cold slaw!
We moved to Texas when I was twelve years old and I was introduced to homemade Mexican foods; my friends next door in Texas taught me how to make refried pinto beans, Mexican rice and homemade corn tortillas. I still love these foods today.
We always dropped peanuts in our pop, and I love crushed up saltines in a bowl covered in milk (I still eat that). Mom loved peanut butter and mayo sandwiches. Charley puts ketchup on his eggs and I put applebutter on my sausage. We always mixed butter and syrup and sopped it up with slice of light bread. Mom always folded a piece of light bread and dunked it on her coffee and ate it. She’d give me a bite of it when I was a kid (that’s probably why I’m so short, since coffee stunts your growth).
My elderly neighbor loved left over coffee and saltine crackers. it was his 10 am snack. My sister in law was the youngest of 7 children and their treat was jelly milk. Their mom would put a bit of milk in the almost empty jelly jar and shake it up. she says they’d fight for a sip of that delicious sweetness. My Gram used to let me drink little girl coffee. It was half cream and lots of sugar. I thought I was a real grown up, especially if I got to drink it out of one of her pretty cups. I love thinking about those old times.
God bless granny Louzine , I use to pore pancake syrup over my eggs biscuits and gravy God bless granny with healing and health in Jesus name
My Daddy always put a bit of mustard on his fried eggs. I never did try that.
My Nana always put a sprinkling of allspice on her vanilla ice cream. I tried that and it was really good!
As soon as the cornbread was out of the oven and on the table granddaddy would cut a piece, split it and put butter and dark Karo syrup on it. He would set it aside and eat as a dessert. Really enjoyed last night’s video. Always heard that you’d have a snow for every fog in August. I think the saying is “if wishes were horses beggars would ride”. I wonder if Matt’s version had something to do with your hands? Have heard that one too. Thanks for your dedication to this. Prayers for you all.
Baby shrimp and cream cheese on crackers. Lettuce, pears, and shredded cheese with a little (just a little) good quality mayo.( don’t knock it till you try it).
We grew hot white radishes. My mom would slice them and eat the on bread and butter. Don’t know how she did it cause they were super hot.
Now I will start looking for pickled bologna!
I share several mentioned, but I guess the oddest thing I do is eat 1 thing at a time. I think it seemed from my momma trying to eat what I didn’t like first so I saved the best for last. I do love Pistem it was all my grandpa drank, and peanut butter with homey on hot toast. We all did the peanuts in coke though no Pepsi for us.
I wondered if that was a family trait as my dad did that, and many members of his family ate one thing at a time without letting food touch. I have special plates for my grandson, with servings separated like the old restaurant dinner plates.