What We’ve Been Reduced To

Yes people, that is a fried bologna sandwich. (Albeit a blurry one, but still.)

Things have gone from bad to worse at Chez Shaye.  I finally have a computer AND internet access–all at the same time!  But several things happened that threw me for a loop toward the end of the school year, and it seems that any sort of organization has gone out the window since my husband and son have been home from school for the summer.

I fried up a mess of baloney (and yes, we determined that the plural must be a “mess of baloney”), today for lunch.  I realized that we’ve truly hit the abyss if we’re eating fried bologna.  Granted, it was a staple when I was growing up.  As a matter of fact, I don’t know many kids who grew up in our area who didn’t get a fried bologna sandwich occasionally for lunch over the summer.  When I was working in purchasing at Delco Remy, I remember walking down into the plant to get a fried bologna sandwich and a can of Coke for $1.00.  The factory guys would bring in electric skillets and they kept refrigerators filled with pop that we could get for a quarter a can.

So, this is my lame-o attempt to get back into the blogging habit.  I bring you–The Fried Bologna Sandwich!

Fried Bologna (Baloney) Sandwiches
Servings (Totally depends on how much you make and how much meat you put on your sandwich.)
WW Points (Let’s just not even go there.)

Any random amount of semi-thick sliced bologna

Bread (We always had white bread as a kid, but I refuse to buy it now so whole grain is pictures above)

1. Peel the red plastic stuff off the edges of the bologna if you’re using deli bologna.  (Trust me, fancy deli bologna is not required.  Plain old Oscar Meyer was featured on my childhood sandwiches.)
2. Make a cut about halfway to the center of the bologna so it won’t curl while you fry it.
3. Throw it in the pan, without layering, and let it brown a little.
4. Flip it over and let it brown a little on the other side.
5. Take it out and throw it on bread with whatever toppings your little heart desires.  (Ketchup was de rigeur in our house.)
6. Eat.

Now that I have shamed myself with this nasty concoction, I promise you that I’ll work on a menu, grocery list, AND some better inspiration for healthy meals.