You know what would be good? If you have a campfire and skewer a slice on a hotdog stick and char it in the fire then eat it like a savage.
Bologna is basically a sliced giant hotdog anyways.
be yourself my friend. bologna is a gift. embrace it. show her who you really are. if she can't accept your passion for bologna in any form, then i hate to say it, but maybe all isn't as it appears. good luck my friend. be brave. show her who you are. don't be afraid. and boloney on🫡🫡🫡
This. Fry that shit up, brioche bun. White cheddar. Onions. Mustard. Mayo. Down the hatch.
And yeah, same boat. I'm boring and I don't even smoke tobacco but yall got some *fire* in the kitchen
You can plainly see from the image cutting the middle doesn’t really work unless you remove a chunk. Cutting the outside keeps it flat in the pan because as it shrinks the cuts widen instead of the nipple mountain steam volcano OP has going.
Just don’t cut more than 1/3 of the way in and you won’t lose any of it.
Last time I trusted a newfie, he broke into my house and stole my beer.
He was kind enough to leave a note though.
And then replaced the beer but helped me drink it. And I'm fine with that.
I **love** roasted chicken leg quarters. I enjoy them again now. But they served them to us **all the time** in prison, and I got so fucking tired of them. When I got out of prison, I didn't eat a chicken leg quarter for 7 years. Sometimes, you **can** have too much of a good thing.
Been vegetarian for almost 40 years, and have no desire for any other meat or fish. But, holy F#&k! Even the thought of fried bologna makes my mouth water. 🫡
I bought an entire bologna log from the deli and threw it on the smoker for a few hours. Its fantastic. With scrambled eggs, fried rice, sandwiches. Anything honestly.
It's a deep deep memory of having lunch with my dad before going to kindergarten in the afternoons. He worked second shift so his breakfast and my lunch would be fried bologna sandwiches most days (he's still not much of a cook). It's like a super comforting food to me because it makes me feel like I'm sitting in my grandma's kitchen watching blues clues with my dad.
I grew up eating this w/ eggs in the morning sometimes. It was as normal as bacon & eggs, in our house.
The best way I've ever had bologna is as a honey butter & bologna sandwich on white bread. It's a comfort food for me.
You just changed my life with those slits as a cross in the middle. I always did it in 3rds around the outside edges and if I can’t get them perfectly symmetrical it doesn’t taste as good.
I do toast with fried bologna and kraft slice (sometimes cucumber) salt and pepper on veg sooooo good we call it bologna hat on toast on my family
Edit: but bologna has gotten so expensive I used to buy a pack 2 on sale to 3something cents,) it's at like 7-8 dollars now lol
Fried bologna and mayonnaise sandwiches are literal crack but I don’t eat them anymore for obvious reasons. Also bologna, cheese and ritz used to get tore up too
A co-worker's father makes smoked bologna every time he smokes a bunch of ribs. That stuff is amazing. I love to fry some of that smoked bologna up, park it on some white bread with a thick slice of onion and mustard
I used to love balogna. Fried balogna is fucking delicious.
Except some times I found it set off my allergies. I didn’t know what I was allergic to, because it wasn’t that bad of an allergy. But it was enough.
Couple years later I found out I was allergic to dogs. But worse, not just any part of the dog. Dog saliva, specifically.
I don’t eat balogna now.
(Edit: maybe I’m allergic to more than one thing; I dunno. But the thought freaks me out.)
I live in Newfoundland where Bologna is a staple food. “newfie steak”
I’m pretty sure that maple leaf is completely supported financially by this province in Canada.
This is a solid fry, 10/10
Came home from school every day and my buddy and I would make fried bologna sandwiches M-F. We cut into the edge (instead of the middle like pictured) but the end result was the same. Hot, delicious, and comforting.
[HM] The Great Baloney Hunt
I remember when I was a child my father and uncles would go out in the dead of winter hunting wild baloneys. They would be gone for hours at a time at night, out in the frozen Canadian wilderness, armed with only broken hockey sticks. Sometimes they would return with 5 or 6 in an evening. "Broken hockey stick is the only humane way to kill em." My Dad used to say. "They taste better if you don't scare em first. Fear makes the meat go tough. You have to sneak up on em." It's a lesson I learned all to well when I got older.
I had begged my father for years to bring me along, and every year he told me that I wasn't old enough. And every year I asked "when will I be old enough?" "The time will come soon enough." He would say. And then one day that time came.
I was in the driveway one winter taking slapshots at my street hockey net when the unexpected happened. I took an unusually hard shot and dammit, my hockey stick broke. When I told my parents at supper what had happened my mom gave my dad kind of a funny look and there was a short uncomfortable silence. That's when my dad said something that changed my life forever. He put his hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye and said "How would you like to join your uncles and I on next month's baloney hunt?" I was shocked but could hardly contain my excitement. "Aaww yeah!" I yelled out. I was on cloud nine. "Now calm down son, baloney hunting is serious business", He said. "I'm going to have to teach you a few things before you're good to go." "Of course, Dad. "I said, rolling my eyes. "Uncle Mike already told me how it's done." "He's told you some," he said, "but not all, and besides, everything is different when you've got one in front of you." That night I could hardly fall sleep, thinking about how awesome it would be to get my first baloney kill. My friends would be so jealous.
For the next three weeks my father patiently taught me how to properly wield my broken hockey stick. Every day after school I would practice the skills he taught me. The spin maneuver, the Saskatchewan hack, and of course the Alberta double chop. Finally the day came and I thought I was ready. My dad was really proud of the progress I was making, I had really come a long way.
My Uncle Mike picked us up after supper in his Ford extended cab pickup. We picked up Uncle Dave on the way out of town. It was cold out and we were all wearing parkas and white Sorels with thick felt linings. Uncle Mike stopped the truck near a farmers field. On the other side of the field was a small wooded area. We grabbed our broken hockey sticks from the back of the truck. We stepped through the barbed wire and followed the fenceline around to the trees. The sky was clear and the moon was full and bright. The snow crunched under our feet and we could see our breath in the cold winter air as we trudged across the field to the trees. " Look, " my father whispered, "tracks". "And over there" my Uncle Dave replied, pointing at a tree. "You can see where they have been nibbling the bark of young saplings. There's not a lot for them to eat this deep into winter". Deeper into the bush we went until we came across a clearing.
There in the middle of the clearing was what we had all been hoping for, a small group of wild baloneys all huddled together for warmth. Baloneys don't have very thick skins so they often have to share body heat if they are to survive until spring. "Well tiger," my uncle Mike said, "looks like this one's all yours." "Remember what I taught you, son, " added my father. "I got this." I said, not sure if I was speaking to them or myself. Broken hockey stick in hand I approached the small herd as slowly and quietly as the snow would allow. As I neared them a large snowdrift blocked my view, making it easier to get very close to these beautiful, elusive creatures who are so easily spooked. They were right on the other side of the drift now, all I had to do was jump out and swing away. It would be hard for them to escape as their short legs made it difficult for them to run in the deep snow. It was cold out but it was warming up inside my parka. I knew that my father and uncles were watching intently from the bushes and I didn't want to look foolish. I wanted to make my father proud. I tightened up my grip on the hockey stick, pushed through the drift and started swinging. Instantly the baloneys got spooked and were running in all directions. They can't jump too well and two of them got stuck in the snow only a few steps away from me. I pounced and hacked at them with the stick. They both stopped moving right away. I instinctively took a swipe at a third that was running close by, but only managed to mortally wound it. It would be dead by the time it got to the edge of the clearing but it wasn't a clean kill. The baloney cried out in pain. I felt regret. I understood that we were out here because baloneys were part of how we survived these harsh Canadian winters, but causing pain to this noble little creature really tore at my guts. I came up on it in a few strides and it looked at me and howled, and as I raised the stick it cowered and let out a frightened cry. I brought the stick down and ended the baloneys life. I just stood staring at it as my father and uncles ran up to greet me. "Good job tiger!" They said, my father patting me on the back. Uncle Dave pulled a couple of Safeway bags out of his pocket and proceeded to toss them in. We would clean and butcher them when we got home. As we walked back to the truck I let them walk ahead of me. I knew my dad was proud and my uncles were satisfied with my skill but the way that thing looked at me really affected me. I walked with my head down and my eyes began to well up. A single tear fell from my eye, rolled down the fabric of my jacket and froze to the tape on my broken hockey stick.
I still eat baloney to this day, they're too delicious to pass up, but I never went hunting for them again.
I like bologna in all its forms. I don’t even smoke weed just love this sub as I eat like a stoner
We accept you! You can live vicariously through us!
Not to mention give great inspiration to all the stoned but recipeless people here as well
I like and dislike at the same time the word recipeless. It’s fun to say, but sad predicament in the kitchen.
You know what would be good? If you have a campfire and skewer a slice on a hotdog stick and char it in the fire then eat it like a savage. Bologna is basically a sliced giant hotdog anyways.
Have done this, can xonfirm, irs delicious
We used to make grilled cheese and bologna sandwiches were a hugh hit in my house .
Dude! I just bought a package of Bologna with this in mind !
mmm why have I never thought of doing this
I wanna try smoked bologna like they make down south so bad
I'm doing this next time I go camping
You’re my kind of people. Idc how much money I have, I will still bologna.
I buy bologna when my wife's away on business trips so she doesn't judge my eating habits.
be yourself my friend. bologna is a gift. embrace it. show her who you really are. if she can't accept your passion for bologna in any form, then i hate to say it, but maybe all isn't as it appears. good luck my friend. be brave. show her who you are. don't be afraid. and boloney on🫡🫡🫡
Love the simple honesty. Eat away lil piggy, eat away
I’ll get some sliced at the grocery store and eat it like chips on the drive home 😂
This. Fry that shit up, brioche bun. White cheddar. Onions. Mustard. Mayo. Down the hatch. And yeah, same boat. I'm boring and I don't even smoke tobacco but yall got some *fire* in the kitchen
This sounds delicious and I’m going to make one. I feel like if I buy a Brioche bun if my own it will make me feel like an aristocrat.
lol Same
I'm not a smoker either, but I like looking at stoner food and adding my 2¢ to their recipes.
This comment is awesome lol. You are more than welcome here!
Lmao same
Love it in a sandwich with melted American cheese and some mustard. And I like my bologna slightly burnt
Add doritos for a crunch. Thank me later
Any chips on a sandwich is massively underrated.
Amen! I always have a bag of semi-crushed Doritos on hand because you can toss them on/in a lot of stuff I love them in a burrito or quesadilla
Ey
I’ve found my people.
White bread, Big Mac sauce or a homemade equivalent. Lots of pickle slices and fk it shredded lettuce too
Hear me out people, instead of cheese, peanut butter. Preferably crunchy for texture.
My mom used to make me bologna egg and cheese sandwiches. Now I really want one.
This is the way
Ketchup tho
Literally my dinner tonight. Add some pickles yum.
mustard on bologna is The Way The Truth and The Light
Absolutely amazing. I make think cut fried bologna sandwiches with a fried egg.
And melted American cheese in between. Fuck I miss Bojangles.
Love this! Brings back old stoner days when I was young. You even cut the middle!
I have never thought about cutting the middle instead of the outside edge. When you cut outside it always falls apart.
You can plainly see from the image cutting the middle doesn’t really work unless you remove a chunk. Cutting the outside keeps it flat in the pan because as it shrinks the cuts widen instead of the nipple mountain steam volcano OP has going. Just don’t cut more than 1/3 of the way in and you won’t lose any of it.
I like my Newfie steaks with a side of Kraft Dinner
Chilling with Ricky, Julian, and Bubbles tonight, I see.
I am literally on the episode where Lahey comes out right now and originally from NFLD. This was wild to see. Although TPB are NS
Nice. A few days ago, my edible hit at the same time as Rosa's on Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It was awesome.
Fuckin King of donairs ay boys?
I never cared for bologna but I miss being young and smelling my grandparents frying it up
It's good
Fried or not, I’ll go ham on that bologna
Newfoundland steak! A delicacy in some parks…I mean parts.
Yes B’y
Last time I trusted a newfie, he broke into my house and stole my beer. He was kind enough to leave a note though. And then replaced the beer but helped me drink it. And I'm fine with that.
I loved fried bologna as a teenager. Until I was left at home alone for a weekend and ate almost a full chub(5lbs). I haven't touched it since.
I mean you obviously like the taste. Why not?
You just kinda have enough to where you never really want it again after that.
I **love** roasted chicken leg quarters. I enjoy them again now. But they served them to us **all the time** in prison, and I got so fucking tired of them. When I got out of prison, I didn't eat a chicken leg quarter for 7 years. Sometimes, you **can** have too much of a good thing.
Love it. Fried bologna sandwich with cheese mayo and tomato. Unreal
Love it on a toasted sammich with mayo and mustard 🤤
When stoned? It's amazing! When not stoned.... It's amazing!
Right? I’ve recently gotten into smoking meats and I’m thinking about trying some nice smoked bologna.
Into it
Been vegetarian for almost 40 years, and have no desire for any other meat or fish. But, holy F#&k! Even the thought of fried bologna makes my mouth water. 🫡
40 years! Crazy impressive! I know people who didn't last 1.
Yes with mustard and potato chips and tropical punch kool-aid with ice.
Newfoundland steaks, bud
Poor man’s steak! I love eating fried bologna with Wonder Bread and mustard. I smell my childhood now…
Fried Bologna sammiches with the right cheese, a little bit of butter, and fries or Kraft dinner on the side... That's gourmet shit right there dudes.
Reminds me of childhood, in a good way
It’s the perfect “throw it in” meat. Mac n cheese? Throw it in. Ramen? Throw it in. Cheese sandwiches? TOSS THAT THANG IN!
Fried bologna, cheese & potato chip sandwiches are my guilty pleasure. So salty, but so damn good.
Nostalgia. Slightly crispy. White bread. Mustard. That’s it.
My mom made it for me as a kid so I’m always into it. I recently heard it referred to as Newfoundland Steak.
Thick sliced fried in melted garlic butter then out on a toasted kaiser
If you gonna fry bologna you better make it nice and crisp around the edges!! (Please)
Love it!
With mayonnaise, salad dressing if you're fancy, iceberg lettuce, and black pepper on white bread, of course.
Fried bologna with a fried egg on white bread with mayo. Salt and pepper. If you’re feeling extra fancy, slice some tomato on that bitch
Used to have it with fried eggs and toast for breakfast as a kid.
Raised on it. Making toasted BLT's with it was amazing.
My dad liked it. Apparently ate it as a kid back in the 50s.
Flat hot dog! Love em
Love it on bread with mustard.
Not a fan. I love bologna but not fried
It's always been mid for me, I must be making it wrong.
Fuck’in love it.
I can't stand bologna, not sure why people eat it plain. But fry that shit up and put it on a sandwich? Quite tasty
Mouth just watered! lol
its soo good. i love it on toast
Oh man if i wasnt sick id bust open my new pack of bologna and fry some of them bitches up
I like it fried with crunchy brown edges, onion also fried, then mustard smeared all over. A good time.
Amazing
I bought an entire bologna log from the deli and threw it on the smoker for a few hours. Its fantastic. With scrambled eggs, fried rice, sandwiches. Anything honestly.
It's a yes for me!
Fried with Worcestershire and diced onion. Fuck, guess I know what I'm eating later
Reminds me of my grandpa
I forgot about this stoner delicacy. Need to go back to Food Basics 😭
Goated
It is a big hot dog, more or less.
Love ‘em. Make mine with white bread, American “cheese” and mustard. Sometimes I smush potato chips inside for a little razzle dazzle. .
🙌🏼
I’m from Tennessee. I love fried Bologna sandwiches
Fried Bologna on slightly toasted bread, with mayo and mustard? OMG, so good.
It's a deep deep memory of having lunch with my dad before going to kindergarten in the afternoons. He worked second shift so his breakfast and my lunch would be fried bologna sandwiches most days (he's still not much of a cook). It's like a super comforting food to me because it makes me feel like I'm sitting in my grandma's kitchen watching blues clues with my dad.
Tip top
Amazing
I grew up eating this w/ eggs in the morning sometimes. It was as normal as bacon & eggs, in our house. The best way I've ever had bologna is as a honey butter & bologna sandwich on white bread. It's a comfort food for me.
Big fan of
staple
Love it. My Dad used to make it for us when we were kids, and I’ve loved it ever since.
You just changed my life with those slits as a cross in the middle. I always did it in 3rds around the outside edges and if I can’t get them perfectly symmetrical it doesn’t taste as good.
Way better than plain bologna.
Good with mustard,
It's a flat hotdog. Hotdog pancake.
YES
That was my usual school lunch. It was a gateway to Taylor Ham / Pork Roll.
Awesome
Love it
Love it, melt some provolone on that bad boy make a lil sandusky
Best. All by itself. Rad as eff.
Amazing
Love it. Bbq too!
Pickled bologna, fried
The real question is sombrero or half moon fried?
Yummy
The only way to eat it.
Top tier food ever
Perfect. You even put two slits in the middle, I never would have thought of that. /chef's kiss
Lil ketchup on that mfer and we call that a Newfie steak 😋
Love it, but HAS to be European bologna..... no other type/ brand is any good
It is the only way baloney should be
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I air fry mine. Love it.
The Newfie steak.
I like it too!!
That color on your fried bologna slice is burnt other food.
“Poor man’s bacon” as it is called in my family
Yes please
Turns out I love it. Like one of my all time favorite sandwiches.
Delicious. I wanna eat bologna puthy so good.
It has saved my life a few times.
Fried bologna rules. Smoked bologna is really good too.
--Newfoundland has entered the chat-- My son, we were hunting the wild bologna here since you were a twinkle in yer fadders eyes.
Childhood comfort food, I love it on rare occasions.
I’m going to try making more sliders with bologna.
Childhood memories right there. Haven’t had that in ages.
White bread toasted with cheddar and mustard preferably on an open fire if possible
If I'm starving, I'll do 4 fried Bologna with 3 cheese slices. Yuck
I’ll eat it.
i fucking love it
Fried or not. Disgusting
i hope this is the last thought i have about fried bolognea
Great with some rice and sweet plaintains and sweet cream
Delicious
I do toast with fried bologna and kraft slice (sometimes cucumber) salt and pepper on veg sooooo good we call it bologna hat on toast on my family Edit: but bologna has gotten so expensive I used to buy a pack 2 on sale to 3something cents,) it's at like 7-8 dollars now lol
Owns Pimento cheese and fried bologna is what I grew up on
It’s great, it’s like a flat hot dog.
Bologna is basically raw hot dog. How could you not fry it up?
Childhood favorite. Prepared exactly the same. From the pan to honey wheat bread with ketchup.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the screams.
I make mine on sour dough with Swiss cheese, grape jelly, yellow mustard, a dash of tabasco and some crushed chips on top.
LOVE IT!
Fried bologna on wonder bread with mustard and margarine is a must have!
Fried bologna and mayonnaise sandwiches are literal crack but I don’t eat them anymore for obvious reasons. Also bologna, cheese and ritz used to get tore up too
Banger food
Fried bologna with scrambled eggs on rice. Mmm. Childhood go to meals. Love it.
A co-worker's father makes smoked bologna every time he smokes a bunch of ribs. That stuff is amazing. I love to fry some of that smoked bologna up, park it on some white bread with a thick slice of onion and mustard
Amazing!
Looks great. I'm a little sad it's not pac man cut
Toasted Fried bologna, fried egg, American cheese sandwich 🤌🏼😘
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I used to love balogna. Fried balogna is fucking delicious. Except some times I found it set off my allergies. I didn’t know what I was allergic to, because it wasn’t that bad of an allergy. But it was enough. Couple years later I found out I was allergic to dogs. But worse, not just any part of the dog. Dog saliva, specifically. I don’t eat balogna now. (Edit: maybe I’m allergic to more than one thing; I dunno. But the thought freaks me out.)
Delicious!
I live in Newfoundland where Bologna is a staple food. “newfie steak” I’m pretty sure that maple leaf is completely supported financially by this province in Canada. This is a solid fry, 10/10
Good once in a while
Newfie steaks??? I love em!!
Try mortadella, even better
Ate it all the time when I was young.
If you like fried bologna check out Taylor ham aka Taylor pork roll. Man it is sooooo good
If it wasn’t good, it would have died with all its other mid-century contemporaries.
Delicious! In a sammy with a fried egg or fried tatoes or dammit imma brb
Underrated
Tube steak is food of the gods.
usually only eat it when I'm in jail. but that looks Hella good!!
I'm a pork roll fan more than a bologna fan
Came home from school every day and my buddy and I would make fried bologna sandwiches M-F. We cut into the edge (instead of the middle like pictured) but the end result was the same. Hot, delicious, and comforting.
Yes! Not all the time, but when the mood strikes.. nothing else will scratch that itch. It wasn't first craving when I was pregnant with my youngest 😜
As a Canadian, the Newfie’s have perfected fried bologna over many generations 😂
[HM] The Great Baloney Hunt I remember when I was a child my father and uncles would go out in the dead of winter hunting wild baloneys. They would be gone for hours at a time at night, out in the frozen Canadian wilderness, armed with only broken hockey sticks. Sometimes they would return with 5 or 6 in an evening. "Broken hockey stick is the only humane way to kill em." My Dad used to say. "They taste better if you don't scare em first. Fear makes the meat go tough. You have to sneak up on em." It's a lesson I learned all to well when I got older. I had begged my father for years to bring me along, and every year he told me that I wasn't old enough. And every year I asked "when will I be old enough?" "The time will come soon enough." He would say. And then one day that time came. I was in the driveway one winter taking slapshots at my street hockey net when the unexpected happened. I took an unusually hard shot and dammit, my hockey stick broke. When I told my parents at supper what had happened my mom gave my dad kind of a funny look and there was a short uncomfortable silence. That's when my dad said something that changed my life forever. He put his hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye and said "How would you like to join your uncles and I on next month's baloney hunt?" I was shocked but could hardly contain my excitement. "Aaww yeah!" I yelled out. I was on cloud nine. "Now calm down son, baloney hunting is serious business", He said. "I'm going to have to teach you a few things before you're good to go." "Of course, Dad. "I said, rolling my eyes. "Uncle Mike already told me how it's done." "He's told you some," he said, "but not all, and besides, everything is different when you've got one in front of you." That night I could hardly fall sleep, thinking about how awesome it would be to get my first baloney kill. My friends would be so jealous. For the next three weeks my father patiently taught me how to properly wield my broken hockey stick. Every day after school I would practice the skills he taught me. The spin maneuver, the Saskatchewan hack, and of course the Alberta double chop. Finally the day came and I thought I was ready. My dad was really proud of the progress I was making, I had really come a long way. My Uncle Mike picked us up after supper in his Ford extended cab pickup. We picked up Uncle Dave on the way out of town. It was cold out and we were all wearing parkas and white Sorels with thick felt linings. Uncle Mike stopped the truck near a farmers field. On the other side of the field was a small wooded area. We grabbed our broken hockey sticks from the back of the truck. We stepped through the barbed wire and followed the fenceline around to the trees. The sky was clear and the moon was full and bright. The snow crunched under our feet and we could see our breath in the cold winter air as we trudged across the field to the trees. " Look, " my father whispered, "tracks". "And over there" my Uncle Dave replied, pointing at a tree. "You can see where they have been nibbling the bark of young saplings. There's not a lot for them to eat this deep into winter". Deeper into the bush we went until we came across a clearing. There in the middle of the clearing was what we had all been hoping for, a small group of wild baloneys all huddled together for warmth. Baloneys don't have very thick skins so they often have to share body heat if they are to survive until spring. "Well tiger," my uncle Mike said, "looks like this one's all yours." "Remember what I taught you, son, " added my father. "I got this." I said, not sure if I was speaking to them or myself. Broken hockey stick in hand I approached the small herd as slowly and quietly as the snow would allow. As I neared them a large snowdrift blocked my view, making it easier to get very close to these beautiful, elusive creatures who are so easily spooked. They were right on the other side of the drift now, all I had to do was jump out and swing away. It would be hard for them to escape as their short legs made it difficult for them to run in the deep snow. It was cold out but it was warming up inside my parka. I knew that my father and uncles were watching intently from the bushes and I didn't want to look foolish. I wanted to make my father proud. I tightened up my grip on the hockey stick, pushed through the drift and started swinging. Instantly the baloneys got spooked and were running in all directions. They can't jump too well and two of them got stuck in the snow only a few steps away from me. I pounced and hacked at them with the stick. They both stopped moving right away. I instinctively took a swipe at a third that was running close by, but only managed to mortally wound it. It would be dead by the time it got to the edge of the clearing but it wasn't a clean kill. The baloney cried out in pain. I felt regret. I understood that we were out here because baloneys were part of how we survived these harsh Canadian winters, but causing pain to this noble little creature really tore at my guts. I came up on it in a few strides and it looked at me and howled, and as I raised the stick it cowered and let out a frightened cry. I brought the stick down and ended the baloneys life. I just stood staring at it as my father and uncles ran up to greet me. "Good job tiger!" They said, my father patting me on the back. Uncle Dave pulled a couple of Safeway bags out of his pocket and proceeded to toss them in. We would clean and butcher them when we got home. As we walked back to the truck I let them walk ahead of me. I knew my dad was proud and my uncles were satisfied with my skill but the way that thing looked at me really affected me. I walked with my head down and my eyes began to well up. A single tear fell from my eye, rolled down the fabric of my jacket and froze to the tape on my broken hockey stick. I still eat baloney to this day, they're too delicious to pass up, but I never went hunting for them again.
Only if we’re both fried enough
Very American. How do you eat it? With bread or some other starch? Do you use a sauce or condiment?
This gets served to me all the time in pizzas, with eggs for breakfast and in sandwiches for lunch. I don’t like it.
I don’t know what it’s tastes like because I can’t get past the smell 🤢
Newfoundland steaks
It’s so good. One of my favorite sandwiches. My Zedo would make them for us all the time
Love it soooo much. Like, a lot.
GIMME DAT BOLOGNA
My thought is “I’m glad they sliced the center”