baloney, perhaps my all-time favorite lunchmeat, always transports me back to childhood. As a little kid, I ate bologna sandwiches for lunch, pretty much every day.
The legend in my family goes that one day, my mom came home from the grocery store and was unloading groceries. I was probably about four years old and I was sitting on the living room floor watching TV. As mother was bringing groceries in, I apparently went into one of the bags and grab the brand new pack of bologna that she had just purchased. I took the baloney with me back into the living room watching TV. Our family dog, as is probably instinct for them with “people fruit” follow me over to my spot on the floor. I proceeded open up the pack of baloney. By the time, my mom and my sister came up upon me on the floor I was. Literally dealing slices between the dog and me saying out loud “One for you. One for me.“ But it was already too late. By the time, my mother and my sister got there, the dog, and I had finished off the entire pack.
Somewhere along the way In my school in career – 3rd or 4th grade – I just got sick of it. At that point, I stopped eating them until I got into high school.
And then, once I got into high school I ate them until I moved out to go to college. After college, once I was getting settled in on my own, I picked up the habit again. And well, I don’t scarfed them down at quite the paste that I used to, I still enjoy baloney to this day.
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