Tuna casserole and leftover turkey, combined.
Jeepers! Where’s a mod when ya need one? What kind of pasta? Elbow? 
shocking, just shocking
totally inappropriate
My wife won’t eat most of what I prepare, as I like to combine leftovers in the refrigerator into one dish, usually a soup or casserole. She wants to know, “What is it?”, as if there is only certain combinations that are acceptable, like chicken and noodles, but don’t add carrots. For lunch today I had home-made chicken and noodle (Amish) soup with chopped cauliflower and French green beans. To add a little more flavor to the mix, I added a little soy sauce, hot pepper sesame oil, and powered ginger. It tasted good to me.
But of course. No twee and mimsy dining in MY house. We’re talkin’ utility chow, especially when it comes to getting rid of leftovers.
'Samatter, Denny? Got a weak stomach? Here, this’ll help: I forgot to mention I splashed some ponzu over it all, too. It was gnarly. 
When I was about 6 I would prepare this for my friends:
slice of buttered bread
slathered with raspberry jam
decorated with sliced tomato
cut in quarters
distribute as “fruit slice”
It’s the thought that counts.
Sounds OK to me. Especially with a liberal sprinkling of grated coconut.
You’re on track, here.
But seriously, the reason I called it a mismatch was not because of its mere atypicality, but because of the synergy between the tuna and the turkey in combination. I thought it “sounded” okay too before I tried it, but this proved to be a lesson based on empirical research, so trust me: it’s not okay. Either on its own would be savory, but thus juxtaposed the tuna somehow amplified the turkey flavor - dark meat, which I prefer - and gave it a subjectively unpleasant aspect it wouldn’t otherwise have had. The effect was rather surprising, and one I won’t seek out again. 
I’m surprised to hear this. My expectation would be that the tuna would overpower the turkey, which would then appear as bland, white-meat tuna.
Was this turkey left over from a week ago? That would explain the amplification of the turkey into a subjective unpleasantness. Especially if it was dark meat.
You might have needed more hot sauce on it. That takes care of most culinary indiscretions.
Why were the two combined? A nice turkey salad could have been made with the turkey. How much was left of each? How many were being fed? These are questions that need answered.
See my revisions above.
The turkey otherwise tasted just fine. I’ve ecountered this effect before with other food juxtapositions. A notable example was the time I was in a Chinese-Vietnamese restaurant that I frequent, so I knew what to expect from the pork lo mein. This particular time I decided to have an appetizer of deepfried tofu for starters, and when the lo mein came, I couldn’t eat it, for it smelled rather fecal and the flavor was awful. I had them box it up and I took it home; I figured that either they’d somehow gotten it very, very wrong this time, or it was somehow because of the deepfried tofu. I hoped it was the latter, because this had never happened before in the years I’ve gone there. Next day I tried the pork lo mein again, and it was back to being the comforting tasty dish I was more familiar with. So, there you have it.
As for more hotsauce in the tuna/turkey thing, maybe that would’ve helped, as there never was any in the first place.
Why not? I’d never done it before, I was hungry, I had leftovers, and I wanted to get rid of a little turkey that wasn’t otherwise enough to do anything with but give the cat.
See above.
No, they don’t. They’re irrelevant. But since you’re focused on irrelevancies, here you go: only a bitty amount of turkey, a couple more servings left of casserole, and only me. There. I hope you’re happy now.
If anyone asks where your tastes in food lie, you feel free to tell them “strictly pedesterian.”
How you misunderstand me. Do you seriously think stepping outside the predictable with nary a care is pedestrian? Goodness, no. It’s pluck and bravery of the first water, bucko. And you should thank me for having yet once again thrown myself on the figurative grenade, and warned you against ever making such a mistake for yourself.
BTW, let’s go for sushi sometime. You’ll see how pedestrian I am. Salmon and maguro are baby food.
He may have just smelled the Lutheran binder, Nano, and called it as he saw it . . .
I come from Presbyterians.
I knew there was a jello mold salad there somewhere.
All too true; but I sucessfully burned that bridge a long time ago.
I’d rather have domestic goose than turkey, wild boar than ham. But, when you’re poor, you make do.
I just finished off some leftover pot roast and potatoes. Smashed the potatoes up so they would soak up the pot roast juice. It was exactly as food should be, unadulterated and delicious. Yum!