A food you like that other people find so disgusting...
...that you usually prepare it for yourself when you are home alone and you don't tell anyone...
Post a picture if you can find one.
You show me yours and I'll show you mine.
(I whipped up a quick batch tonight while hubby was picking up the boy from after-school and gobbled them down before he returned.)
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the bomb!
wonder why my Dad called me Pickle Baby 
My guy might have a heart attack if he sees it though
hubby thinks I'm nuts 
Although, frankly,
I don't have to prepare it in secret. Just a few days ago, a nice neighborly lady brought one to the house, as comfort food for my elderly mother...
To each his own, I guess. 
They hold their crispness even after heavy cooking.
You can also make nopalito salad, one of my favorite ethnic dishes...
http://projects.washingtonpost.com/recipes/2007/09/12/nopalito-salad/
duh. or am I seeing things. 
I don't know whether to laugh or throw up or both at the same time.
dude.
Next itme, I'll take pictures... 
Here's mine:
Chicken hearts. I fry them with garlic and pepper.
BTW - I hope it wasn't served with the cigarette.
What? 
"Shut up kid, and keep eating!"
brussel sprouts, asparagus. Pickle (bread and butter) cheese (American) and mustard sammies. 
edited to add sammie.
I think many people are turned off because are afraid to try it in the first place because of the way the animal looks.
I liken barbecued eel to a fattier version of pulled pork. I honestly think a lot of people would like it if they tried it.
but my first love it Yellow Eel Shanghai style
Address to a Haggis
Robert Burns.
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
"Bethankit!" 'hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!
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TRANSLATION.
Fair is your honest happy face
Great chieftain of the pudding race
Above them all you take your place
Stomach, tripe or guts
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm
The groaning platter there you fill
Your buttocks like a distant hill
Your skewer would help to repair a mill
In time of need
While through your pores the juices emerge
Like amber beads
His knife having seen hard labour wipes
And cuts you up with great skill
Digging into your gushing insides bright
Like any ditch
And then oh what a glorious sight
Warm steaming, rich
Then spoon for spoon
They stretch and strive
Devil take the last man, on they drive
Until all their well swollen bellies
Are bent like drums
Then, the old gent most likely to rift (burp)
Be thanked, mumbles
Is there that over his French Ragout
Or olio that would sicken a pig
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust
Looks down with a sneering scornful opinion
On such a dinner
Poor devil, see him over his trash
As week as a withered rush (reed)
His spindle-shank a good whiplash
His clenched fist.the size of a nut.
Through a bloody flood and battle field to dash
Oh how unfit
But take note of the strong haggis fed Scot
The trembling earth resounds his tread
Clasped in his large fist a blade
He'll make it whistle
And legs and arms and heads he will cut off
Like the tops of thistles
You powers who make mankind your care
And dish them out their meals
Old Scotland wants no watery food
That splashes in dishes
But if you wish her grateful prayer
Give her a haggis!
I don't eat tuna much anymore, but this was a classic favorite of mine! I can't remember what inspired me to mix the two. I used to get funny looks when people asked me what I was eating
Especially over rice, with soy sauce, and runny egg.
Kimiko ~yori
You have mentioned the only food on this thread that I can actually eat
But I usually eat my natto hot with rice, salsa, chopped onions and cheese. Oishii
burrito ...all you need is the tortilla!!
WOW Art!! haha..
Kimiko~ yori
Black pudding
There's no meat. It's just a delivery system for skin and sauce.
Only ingredients are water, salt and cabbage. I eat it straight out of the jar.
And for cheese, nothing on earth beats Napoleon's favorite cheese, Epoisses de Bourgogne. It is usually, and charitably, described as "pungent." The French claim it smells like god's feet. There is a definite "feet" smell, but the flavor is creamy, earthy and utterly delicious. Yum!
Delight of my childhood. I CRAVE them. I can eat a whole jar in one sitting easily.
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a can of raviolis with cottage cheese.....kinda like lasagna
It's a comfort food of mine, for some odd reason...
Kippered snacks on white bread, with mayo and lettuce.
