The Mrs and I were out to dinner a few weeks ago. Big group of people: 18 or thereabouts. We start talking about something, I don't know what, and end up with one woman telling us about this pie her mother once made. It was a magical pie. It was grapefruit pie - grapefruit segments backed in a pie crust. Horrific. Baked grapefruit. Yich. But, it wasn't the worst thing her mother had ever cooked. No, that honor went to a savory dish - a sinister, savory dish: chicken skin casserole. Skin. Not chicken-with-skin-still-on-it casserole. Nope, the only chicken in this dish was the skin of a chicken - baked in a casserole dish with other, standard, casserole ingredients. WTF. Mmmm soggy, slimy, chewy, chicken skin!

The craziest thing I remember my mother ever making was hamburger meat rolled up in the shape of hot dogs.