It’s O-s-c-a-r. My bologna has a second name, it’s M-a-y-e-r.
Are you singing it yet? Watch thisand you’ll be singing it all day (or night, since it’s 11:40pm as I write). You’re welcome.
Oh, and hello there. It’s been a while, again. I could curse about the pain-in-the-butt it has been to get Internet up and running in our new place. It’s only taken three weeks.
Yes, three weeks. I was mad, and losing my mind, but I’m over it and we’re finally up and running. Finally.
My mother is to blame for the bologna.
She is from the East Coast, a Jersey girl. She lived there until she was 18 years old and she’s still got some East Coast flavor in her. She says things like “wooter” for water. We still chuckle every time she says it. She’ll do just about anything to get her hands on a TastyKake and a good, authentic Philly Cheese steak Sandwich. And she loves, loves, loves a fried bologna sandwich. A what? Yes, a fried b-o-l-o-g-n-a sandwich. She claims it’s an East Coast thing too? Growing up I’d see her making one for herself on occasion, but never tried it. It wasn’t until I was in college and visiting home once that I had any interest in actually trying one.
And I wish I never had.
Because bologna really shouldn’t be a girl’s best friend. And frying it, well, just makes it worse and all the less friendly. But Oscar Mayer does have a way and a fried bologna sandwich is really really good. And ever since I made it for dinner a couple of weeks ago, the hubby’s been asking for it again. And again. And I can’t make him something and not partake. It’s nearly impossible.
But it doesn’t look that bad, right?
It’s all done in one pan. The most important part is making four little slices in the bologna, otherwise the middle bubbles up. You don’t want a bubbly piece of bologna. Oh, and I’m pretty sure my mom used big, soft hoagie rolls for hers. I went with whole grain bread.
You get the gist right?
Easy and tasty. Bologna is back. Well, once and a while.