Mine is kind of embarrassing, but offered here in the interest of science. I know I was at least 10 years old, and not sure long this went on, but this was my breakfast sandwich invention:
Toasted white bread with deviled ham and cheese whiz.
It was a whole thing, timed down to the second. Bread in the toaster, cheese whiz in the microwave, 30 seconds then stir, repeat. By the time the toaster dings, enough cheese whiz has liquified to pour on the bread. Deviled ham on the other piece, slap together and cut diagonally. Best enjoyed while watching morning cartoons.
As far as I know, Iām the only person whoās ever eaten this gustatory curiosity. Basically a chewable salt lick
Gosh, Iām not sure. My mom cooked a lot when I was growing up, and she got me and my brother to help from a young age, so I can remember making pancakes, scrambled eggs, cookies, cakes, and things like that for really as far back as my memory goes. However, as far as a āgo-toā food goes, probably the simple bologna sandwich. And thereās a reason for this. I was a super picky eater as a child. I mean to the extreme. The only vegetables I would eat were green beans, corn, potatoes, and carrots. And I didnāt really like those all that much. I also wouldnāt eat food that consisted of a bunch of disparate things mixed together. Like casseroles. And my mom made a lot of casseroles. I also wouldnāt eat cheese, oddly enough. So the things I would eat were very limited. But my mom had a rule. You eat what she cooked, or you made something yourself. So as soon as I was old enough to slap a slice of bologna between two slices of bread, I ate a lot of bologna sandwiches. I ate so many of those growing up that as an adult, until about the last 10 years or so, I could not stand the sight or smell of bologna. I still donāt like regular bologna, but Boarās Head garlic bologna is awesome.
As a kid i was pretty picky myself, and while i did eat a good variety of things i did prefer to eat things with ham, deviled ham, or hot dogs. Lot of pork products. As a result i have a dislike of processed pork, i wouldnāt say that i hate it but i donāt prefer it but iāll occasionally make exceptions.
Yes, I am aware, and, in fact, posted about that somewhere up above. I was affected. Or, rather, my dogs were. They are ok, thankfully, but they had some upset tummies for a couple of days. Which my carpet suffered for.
ETA: I didnāt give them garlic bologna. We give them liverwurst on occasion as a treat.
Itās to help the ethylene (sp?) gas escape so that the melon doesnāt go overripe too quickly. Weāre used to net bags for groups like onions or potatoes, but it works for lots of produce.
i remember doing that with their clam chowder and minute rice. one can soup, no water and one can minute rice heated then covered. yup, that was another ādishā i could make for brother and me.
Iāve been drinking chamomile tea at bedtime the last few nights, and I think Iām actually sleeping better. Maybe itās just a placebo effect, but I donāt care. I have a friend in upstate New York who actually grows his own chamomile and makes his own tea from it. I should try that.
I have been wanting to do the same, and also attempt to grow lavender. Iāve been unsure how these would handle the Texas heat though and what would be the best time to plant the seeds
We grow lavender in central Texas. It gets direct sun in the AM and handles dry conditions well. Flowers just fine. Planted it in amended black prairie clay. You will want good drainage though @danimagoo I absolutely need to get some chamomile tea. Melatonin works but makes my dreams even weirder and sometimes affects my mood the next day. My dreams are weird enough.
The chamomile seems to just be making me really chill, which just seems to make it easier to fall asleep. I donāt think itās supposed to be anxiety reducing, but thatās what it feels like.
I have two memories about fried bologna from when I was a small child. As I mentioned above, I was the youngest childā¦so these kind of went down in family history as cute things that [zfirphdn] did when she was littleā¦
Fried bologna sandwiches were a childhood favorite. But one day when my mom asked me what Iād like for lunch, I brightly replied Iād like a fried bologna sandwich please, unfried, without the bread. They never let me live that down
At another time, when the family was having lunch at the kitchen table, I was eating a bologna sandwich and talking about something. I was gesticulating with the sandwich in my hand, and the family dog jumped up and snatched the sandwich away with her mouth. I immediately climbed down from the chair and wrestled the dog for that sandwich, and I won! I got that sandwich back and finished eating it. I still canāt quite believe I managed to get it before the dog swallowed it. Such was the importance of bologna sandwiches.
