When I was growing up, we didn't have a lot of money. We wore second-hand clothing and shopped at garage sales and most of our groceries were of the generic brands. A particular thing that we ate a lot was fried bologna. Basically, you put a piece (or more) of bologna in a frying pan and cook it. Then you eat it. Mmmmm, yummy.
Years later, actually probably not that long ago, the subject of the fried bologna came up between The Sister and I. She revealed that she had always been convinced that we had to eat fried bologna when we were growing up, because that was all we could afford.
Okay, the budget was tight, but it wasn't like we were destitute. We never actually wanted for anything, we always had winter coats and Christmas gifts and plenty of food to eat.
I had to tell her the truth. The real reason that we ate fried bologna all the time? My dad loved the stuff. Frighteningly, he still does.
Occasionally I go home for holidays to the oh-so-familiar smell of fried bologna.
Lyrics of the Day
"Well I guess this is growing up." Blink 182 Dammit (Growing Up)
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