I have a few to share, but I do have to say I like the grapes and walnuts in chicken salad. Whatever.
Anyway, starting with my grandmother:
- Boiled meat.
- She once served "salad" which consisted of a leaf of iceberg lettuce on a plate topped with what appeared to be an ice cream scoopful of Miracle Whip.
- Fried squirrel, which wasn't bad except that she took it with the .410 - You haven't lived until you've sat down to a family dinner where the conversation was punctuated by the staccatto "ping" of pellets being spit onto plates.
From the "White Bread America" section of the deli:
- All potato salad sold there is a god-forsaken culinary disaster. They seem to go to great lengths to remove all trace of flavor from the dish. Same for macaroni salad, but that's more or less a lost cause to start with. The only good potato salad I've ever had is the stuff my family makes, and once at a German friend's house. And yes, that means mustard, bacon, and eggs. Deal with it.
- Deviled Eggs that contain no or trace amounts of paprika. What up with that?
- Jello containing unidentified, though presumably food, particles.
- I don't want to stereotype an entire religion, but in keeping with the above let's just say anything made by my dad's side of the family.