The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
During a conversation I had today with a lovely man I’ve known with for years, he mentioned that his significant other had taken a nasty spill in a parking lot, but went to work anyway.
I said, “Tough lady! I sure hope you’re gonna have dinner ready when she gets home tonight.”
He replied, “We’ve got some bologna and some bread up in here somewhere – she can fry it up into a sandwich!”
Never one to let anyone have the last word, I said, “You sure know how to spoil a woman!”
I think he was joking. I know I was.
But darn, if I haven’t been craving a bologna sandwich since our conversation. I haven’t had one in years. You’re probably thinking who would want one EVER. My dad used to fry bologna up every now and then, when I was a kid.
Have you ever had a fried bologna sandwich? (Vix made me google marmite last night, so I’m hoping I make at least one of my international buddies google fried bologna.)
Recommended Read: I devoured The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield last week, staying up until the wee hours to finish it in one sitting. The premise is the best-selling novelist in the world has a mysterious past that biographers have attempted to unravel for decades. When she finally reaches out to a young bookseller with a mysterious past of her own, to share her life story, the gothic creepiness is beyond compare.