i've been promising myself a package of bologna recently. haven't had it in a year? probably longer.
i'll wait until after next week's doctor's appt.
she knows what i do.
i've never seen bologna piled high (as in pic above) - we would receive ONE slice on two slices of white bread. as a child, no thanks to mayo, mustard, or other. yuck. my mother loved a fresh sliced tomato on it. i remember agreeing to the tomato.
my mother would make a sandwich spread of bulk bologna put through her meat grinder, then mixed with mayo, diced onion, maybe a bit of pickle? celery? .. how was that, now? she called these
"picnic sandwiches."
they took on a different taste, not bologna, not ham, but, very very tasty!
today's deli or commercial "ham salad" is not it!
nothing tastes like her home made, not even picnic sandwiches.
the tomato slice was good on these, too.
in those days, we children hardly knew what it would be to have one whole stick of gum, not split in half and shared.
our father never failed to express thanks to her for preparing meals for us, the love and appreciation made every meal (almost every meal) special.
as a child, i was not fond of liver and onions. i recall having to sit with a plate of this in front of me long after everyone else left the table .. eventually, i was allowed to go to bed. (without the liver and/or onions.)