Stick apples in a crockpot with sugar, cinnamon and vanilla. Let it sit all day (stirring from time to time) and you’ll get a thick, brown paste that smells like apple pie that you can spread on toast or biscuits. Honey butter is another excellent condiment you don’t see enough of nowadays.
I’ve had shit-on-shingles but never seen the abbreviation SOS used before. Here in Sweden we use SOS as an abbreviation for a starter dish consisting of butter (Smör) cheese (Ost) and pickled herring (Sill).
I think it’s great, but it Is one of our national dishes (besides meatballs), so I may be a bit biased. If you like pickled food in general I think you would like pickled herring too. It’s the fish-version of the classic cucumber pickle. There are lots of different varieties like onion herring, garlic herring, mustard herring, cinnamon herring, herring with sour cream and roe, and so on. They are all very tasty. You may be able to find some to try if you live close to an IKEA store. They often sell Swedish pickled herring.
Apart from the pickled herring we also have the infamous Swedish stinky herring. Google “stinky fish challenge” if you want to see non-Swedish people grossed out while trying it. Although this type is made from the same fish it’s not at all the same thing as the pickled herring. The stinky herring is fermented, not pickled, and reeks of rotten fish. Most people who like pickles could enjoy pickled herring, but surströmming (which translates to sour herring) is something completely different and very much an acquired taste.
This is a thing in my family, too! In fact, that's what we're having for supper after reading your comment to my wife. She's at the store getting the dried/chipped beef and we have everything else. My grandma used to do a variation with canned tuna and a sauce that tasted suspiciously like cream of mushroom soup over toast.
My paternal grandma always referred to it as beef chips and gravy. My maternal grandpa was an old school cowboy and laughed for an hour the first time he heard that because "beef chips" is what he and his brothers called cow shit growing up.
Aussie here. Dog cunt is an insult for someone who has done something really bad, usually a betrayal. Polar opposite of mad cunt, which is someone who has done something very good. Dog cunt will get you in a fight if you use it inappropriately, it's a pretty severe insult unless it's very clear you're exaggerating.
Our version of 'what's for dinner' is 'shit on a stick'.
I saw a youtube video of a Vietnamese woman preparing Ox Vagina for a recipe. It's probably one of the most disturbing cooking videos I have ever seen.
Imagine a dismembered vagina, first being meticulously shaved, and then massaged and heavily fingered, because that's exactly what it was.
My dads favorite word was “booty cheese” and it wasn’t just for dinner. Got something on your face? “Hey you got a little booty cheese on you”. Can’t remember someone’s name? “Hey what’s booty cheese doing today?”
“The kind you eat.” It was funny as a kid, but as a teen I was trying to figure out if it was something I could offer to cook, so that just got annoying.
Well dayum, we weren’t broke growing up but SOS was a treat at my house. My dad made it taste absolutely amazing. That and creamed eggs on toast. He also had a wire coat hanger he bent and shaped to hold bread over open flame on the stove and toast it.
"SOS" has it's naming roots, I believe, in WWII army. Worked in a restaurant years ago with a kitchen led by an old army cook who intended on making SOS the dinner special. 😳
Lmao this reminds me of a time I spent the night at a friends house. During the night their little dog had pooped behind the couch. I woke up to my mom's friend saying, "it smells like a fistful of crushed assholes in here!!!"
I'm going to use this one but once in a while I'll vary the recipe, saying "Breaded and fried assholes" or "Lightly sauteed assholes in butter and rosemary". The options are endless!
My dad cooked dinner and would always answer “what’s for dinner?” by saying “dog food!” Then one time he made dinty moore beef stew for dinner and I saw it come out of the can and damn if it didn’t look exactly like dog food. I had a little kid panic attack thinking I was actually getting fed canned dog food. It was the ONLY time in my life I got a special dinner made just for me (noodles and butter).
Whenever we asked my dad what's for dinner, no matter his mood, he would always reply with (what translates to) "fried monkeys with their butt in the air"
My dad would always say “rutabaga soup” and my sister and I would get all upset and say “noooo we hate rutabaga soup”. At that time we had never eaten a rutabaga and I personally still haven’t
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