This first story is sort of (very) besides the point, but I’m telling it anyway:
The other day, I overheard a conversation between my husband and a male friend of ours. There was a time not too long ago that our friend was single, and I would get a little aggravated with him because he made the dating world sound like way too much fun.
“I really like the 30 year olds,” our friend said to Mike as I was washing out our drink glasses.
I immediately shut the water off so I could hear more.
“Actually, there are a lot of really nice 18 year olds,” Mike told him. I almost dropped a glass.
I turned to them and blurted out, “Mike! That’s disgusting!”
He looked at me and said calmly, “We’re talking about SCOTCH.”
That was my most recent Roseanne Roseanna-Danna moment, and I thought it was funny.
But again, that’s beside the point. Despite my husband’s obsession with 30 year old versus18 year olds, I really don’t like anything about scotch. It is obviously the source of great misunderstanding, and it tastes like cough medicine. But to each his own. Mike doesn’t understand how I like peanut butter so much, and we have a good friend who can’t be around anything mint. There is no accounting for taste.
This post is not about scotch or dating after 50, or misunderstanding. It is about my very favorite subject in the whole wide world: food.
I have always been an adventurous eater. When I was in high school, I invented the peanut butter, jelly and Capt’n Crunch omelet. It was quite a delicious omelet, and a source of great pride for my mother, who often lamented during my law school years that law school had exorcised the creative part of my brain: “What happened to you? You used to be so creative! You invented the peanut butter and jelly omelet!” My claim to fame.
I tend to hang with people who also love food and are a bit adventurous. Actually, the weirder they are, the more I like them.
A friend of mine (oh, you know who you are) had the following for his Superbowl menu:
That’s it. Does that not sound like the best dinner? If he had invited me, I might have supplemented the menu with a cheese pizza with m&ms.
In search of other weird food combinations that I might be missing out on, I asked my friends on Facebook and searched the internet for weird food combos…here are some of the results:
- Grasshoppers and tequila (where do you even get that? As long as the grasshoppers are deep fried, bring them on…)
- Mezcal and ice cream. I was a little nervous that my friend had her ice cream on fancy salad greens, but I was confused. According to Wikipedia, Mezcal “is a distilled alcoholic beverage made from the maguey plant (a form of agave) native to Mexico. Not so weird after all, right?
- Sauerkraut filled humantashen (especially for Purim, but we all know how good fermented foods are for you, so maybe the sauerkraut cookie is the next big thing)
- Strawberries and onions
- Stuffed grape leaves, buttered irish soda bread, and mango juice
- Sesame bagel with strawberry cream cheese and…tuna salad
- Spooned sized shredded wheat sprinkled with manchego cheese and melted in the microwave
- Watermelon sprinkled with salt
- Salmon cake, greek yogurt and fruit
- Popcorn with red licorice, Junior Mints, Milk Duds or marshmallows (or maybe all of them combined!)
- Apples sprinkled with salt and pepper
- Pickles and Oreos
- Olive oil on top of ice cream (but good olive oil, of course…)
- Bourbon and pickle juice
- Peanut butter with sriracha (or anything with sriracha, for that matter. Or anything with peanut butter–see #17 below)
- Avocado and chocolate
- Hamburger with peanut butter
- Scrambled eggs with grape jelly
Takeaway: Popcorn, peanut butter and bagels go with anything.
I’m game to try a few of these, because at midlife…we should be able to eat anything we damn please. Anyone want to join me?