posted on Jul, 6 2015 @ 02:21 PM
I'm not a big fan of fried bologna. I prefer it like it comes off the roll, with a bit of Miracle Whip and mustard, on fresh, home-baked bread.
It was that very sandwich which caused me to abandon my vegetarian ways back in the '60s.
As a teen I was doing the "search for meaning" that we all go through. I was studying Hinduism and yoga and became a vegetarian. My older brother
thought this was hilarious and had six kinds of fun teasing me and trying to tempt me back to meat-eating by holding various foods under my
nose----you know---the way brothers do. Every time he would eat a bologna or Spam sandwich he would make remarks (if Mama wasn't around that
is---she made him behave when she was on the scene) about how my "religion" kept me on the carrots and lettuce.
Then, about two years into my vegetarian adventure he was waving his sandwich under my nose and it was just TOO MUCH! I snatched that sammy out of
his hand and devoured it while he yelled, "Hey, she stole my sandwich. She's lost her religion."