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My grandma really never ate any weird stuff that I know of. Beets is about the only thing she ate that I can't stand.
However, nothing went wasted from this lady. We would drive up to her house once or twice a month (she lived in Butler, MO) and have lunch/dinner with her. We'd find things in her refrigerator that had formed their own little colony of life. She'd try to use things that had expired 2 or 3 years prior. Her response was to always cut the mold/green crap off and use the rest.
I remember several times where all of us would have terrible stomach problems after eating some of her meals that she'd prepared prior to our arrival. I think it's the reason I have an iron gut today.
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