I am currently on the search for the perfect salami. Boy, there is a lot of wrong, even brand name expensive, salami out there.
So, you have no derring-do culinary cliffhangers to regale us with?
This is true. The vexing part is that you pretty much have to try it to know.
Once, in the college dining hall, I watched an acquaintance from Thailand fix the following breakfast:
- Mix frosted flakes, rice crispies, and granola
- add sliced peaches
- add a generous glob of cottage cheese
- Pour chocolate milk over the entirety.
Yeah, prob not as bad as it looked.
My foods may touch. I consider that to be derring enough.
Although, in my lactose-intolerate, pre-lactase days, I did eat cereal with grape juice instead of milk.
When I was a kid, I’d pour orange juice on my Life® cereal (do they still make that?) instead of milk. I thought it was quite good, actually. My siblings and parents never said anything that I can recall about it, but that doesn’t surprise me; they already tended to think I was utterly mad. They still do.
That Thai thing, though…even I’d not think to try that.
A-HA. 
pedestrian.
You’re just envious of my freethinking, pioneering spirit.
I wouldn’t try it because I don’t like foods to touch except in circumstances which I am not at liberty to reveal. That bowl of cereal would require a miracle for me to watch that person eat much less eat myself.
I don’t think I could look away. It would be like gawking at a trainwreck.
Maybe their guidebook told them thats what Americans eat for breakfast and they just mixed and matched it in a traditional way that they were familiar with.
EXPLANTION: generally speaking, a lot of Asian meals are not presented as COURSES but a variety of dishes on one platter at the whim of the eater to mix and match.
http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&rls=com.microsoft:en-au&q=thali&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi
well, make them stop that. now. could you start a re-education program over there?
(thanks for the explanation.)
Anyone who doesn’t like my raspberry and tomato slice dipped in spicy mint sauce
can just pack their toys and leave forthwith!
You never did say how they liked it.
No one complained.
At lunch time however, we had one of those Western type meals we sometimes had,
and I am sure someone sprinkled salt in my ice cream when I wasn’t looking. 
Yes. The fact that I can recall it so vividly 28 years later suggests I couldn’t either.