Earlier this week my wife declared (1) she wasn't going to eat the food they served in the cafeteria at the school where works and (2) she was tired of the frozen box lunches we usually keep around.
Her solution? Bologna and cheese on white bread.
I'm not a big fan of bologna. Too squishy, too pink and too...chemically.
I came home one night and was really hungry. Didn't feel like cooking anything. So what did I have? Fried bologna sandwich, complete with mayonnaise, ketchup and mustard. I'm pretty sure that was an Elvis favorite. Next thing you know I'll be "changing" the channels on my television with a handgun, just like The King.
Folks, this is a low point in my cooking career. But sometimes you're just hungry and will eat whatever is there.