For those who posted about fried bologna sandwiches, I can definitely relate to enjoying more than a few of those in my lifetime!
In the 1960’s, a small store in this neighborhood hosted a shooting match every Saturday night during the fall and winter. 1st and 2nd place winners received cash, like $25 and $15, and 3rd place won a roll of bologna. My eagle-eyed Daddy with his .22 rifle participated in this big event nearly every week. I can remember how proud we were if Daddy won cash; I know now how much that extra money meant for our family of 5. But honestly, my brothers and I were far more excited if Daddy won the roll of bologna! Our Sunday breakfast was always sure to be thick slices of fried bologna with eggs and toast, or possibly pancakes! We were absolutely thrilled the night Daddy came home with a roll of bologna about 3’ long!
Bologna back then had such a good taste, and nothing available today even comes close.