My Grandpa used to eat honey and peas together. He used to smother his knife in honey....because it helped pick up the peas.

mohllbilly already mentioned it, but in her later years my grandmother lamented the fact that the local store no longer carried chicken feet.

Watch the evening news...

We also had squirrel on occasion at my grandmother's house after my dad or uncles would go kill a few in the woods. It was a furry Christmas alternative to ham or turkey.

And that was my dad's side of the family. On my mom's side, Grandpa Dahmer used to ... well, it's a long story.

On a less weird basis, I'm curious about the evolution of candy. My generation tends to go for chocolate. Was chocolate widely consumed during the depression era? Was it hard to preserve without air conditioning? I don't know if my grandparents liked chocolate, but when we'd go over to their house they always had hard candies - ribbon candy, butterscotches, and a dozen other varieties I don't remember right now. And usually they were in a bowl all stuck together so you had to chisel off the piece you wanted. I wonder what the sales trends are for hard candies, because I can't imagine that they're as popular now as they were with the older generations.

(And I'll exempt Werther's from the above discussion, because Werther's candies rock.)

Grandpa ate (eats?) Cow brain sandwiches.

Pops loves some anchovy and green olive pizza.
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grandma eats balut which is fermented duck eggs. that stuff is nasty.
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You win.

lawlz Millers grill used to serve them in st joe!

I've done the salt in the beer thing and enjoy tomato juice in beer = red beer, both of which relatives did/do. One thing that hasn't been mentioned is raw ground beef. It's a german holiday thing that we usually have. Spread it on a cracker and eat away. Mad cow be damned!

I had a grandma who did that. I never understood it, but she sure seemed to enjoy it. She would put her cream and sugar in the cup and then over fill the coffee so it spilled over into the saucer, then sip from the saucer. I always figured it was a southern thing.

My grandpa liked buttermilk with crackers crumbled in the glass and pepper. He also liked crackers crumbled just in white milk. Apparently in the depression that was a dessert. Another thing he loved was rice pudding. I think that stuff was comfort food from childhood.

I love red beers.

My stepdad really enjoys a raw beef sandwich on rye bread with onion. Sometimes he adds limburger cheese. He also enjoys boiled tripe with lemon and olive oil. That's an Italian thing, apparently.