I may be telling my age, but I remember the taste of a good bologna and cheese sandwich on white bread slathered with mayonnaise after playing hard all morning. Later, I was introduced to fried bologna and cheese when I could reach the stove and cook my own. It always hit the right spot. As I grew up, I became too sophisticated for a ‘bolognie’ sandwich. It’s funny, just thinking of that old staple made me think of hot summers days, sweat pouring down my little face, sometimes covered in mud from making mud pies, and open scars on my knees and legs because I was always falling because I would not stop running. I’d be skinny as I was then if I could move at the rate I moved then.
My grandmother’s voice is still in ears saying, “Sit down. Be quiet. Stop being so fast.” I could have easily driven her to drink, but she didn’t. She eventually taught me to be still long enough, just long enough, to grow up pretty well and not too fast. Even though I miss those days, I wouldn’t exchange anything for my now, especially for a bologna sandwich. I find myself eating one of those every five to ten years and each time I do, I wonder what used to make them taste so good when I was a child. Then I realize my taste buds were definitely undeveloped and my exposure to other foods were limited. But, for those of you who still eat bologna or have fond memories of eating it, Happy National Bologna Day! Oh, and if you have never experienced. Do try to eat it at least once!
Dilsa Saunders Bailey, aka "simplydilsa" is a writer and speaker sharing stories to help others embrace life living one story at a time. She is the author of a romantic, suspense series called "The Sperling Chronicles" and a self-help book called "A Comprehensive Guide to Finding the Right Doctor."