At the grocery store this morning my youngest begged me to buy bologna for her sandwiches when she packs, because “that’s what some other kids pack, and it looks good!” I have one thing to say about that: Blechhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Growing up middle-class, I packed lunch year after year after year with either a bologna or peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich (chip chopped ham was a special treat). Sometimes dinner at home was fried bologna. And although I can still eat P&J, I will never ever ever ever ever ever eat another piece of bologna again in my life if I can possibly help it. I did buy the cursed food this morning mostly out of curiousity as to what my often-picky daughter will think of it …
(Later that night) Well, as the famous commercial goes … ”Mikey liked it. (S)he liked it!” Of course she liked it. She’s a kid. AND to make matters worse, she went on and on about it to her older siblings later that day so of course they tried it and of course they liked it too. Again, I say to myself, ”Gross! Disgusting!! Ewwww!” You know I actually shuddered when I saw my daughter take a big bite out of her bologna sandwich at lunch today?? Blech!!!