Hillbillies everywhere unite!

I can remember about '57 or so. Summertime we hit the ball field about 10. First game was over around 1130. Everybody on your bikes back to your house where Mom had a baloney sandwich waiting. Had to sit down at the kitchen table to eat it. Grabing the sandwich and getting back on the bike was not allowed. I remember sometimes getting pickle and pemento which was baloney with chopped up stuff in sometimes too. Then back for game two which maybe was softball for a little change. Baloney or not there were no fat kids.
The city provided a baloney sandwich for lunch a couple times in my teen years.

Baloney or not there were no fat kids.

...we lived on our bicycles...we played the appropriate sport for the season...football...our field in the park had a tree for each corner...if you went for the flag...you really knew it when you hit it...

...it was tackle football...I have a scar on my eyebrow from another kids front tooth...that one bled pretty good...had blood from my brow clear down into my shoe...parents panicked until they found the half inch cut...cleaned it...taped it...it healed quickly...

...baseball season...we would play outfield barefoot...every once in a while you would step on a honey bee in the clover...hurt like hell for a few minutes...

...basketball season was the toughest...we would shovel the snow off the court...and between the cold and dry...our fingers would split like paper cuts...we would tape them up with white adhesive tape...and keep going...can you imagine kids getting off their devices and doing that now?...
 
...it was always called SOS at our house...my Dad was in the Army...

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Same here-dad was Army in WW2-USAF in Korea. The stuff he made (as well as chili) were to die for.
 
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@ the OP, Wow. Thank you for posting this, I completely forgot about this childhood memory with how busy life is. I'm thinking it is at least 20 years since I had bologna. I used to really like it and we would usually have it on sammiches with cheese and miracle whip.

My Dad used to also make red potatoes for supper, either just reds and butter salt and pepper or what he called 'hungie gungie'. For the latter, he would mix in eggs and cheese and meat sometimes with the potatoes.

It's funny how certain foods can bring back memories. The other day I stopped in at a gas station and they had strawberry flavored milk. Wow. I hadnt had that since I was younger than 10 and it was a very big treat. I bought one and it was delicious and brought back a flood of memories. It was that and Kool-Aid Dad would make for us kids after a baseball game. We were all going to play pro, you know. Just didn't brag about it... :)
 
LOL...... just had a fried egg and fried bologna sandwich for lunch today..

My favorite Primanti's sandwich is the fried jumbo with an egg..........w/ tomato. cole-slaw and fries on Italian bread

I have been to Primanti's twice and learned two life lessons:

1: The sandwiches are phenomenal.

2: Never wear Bengals attire.
 
Grandma always had a chub of baloney in the fridge.

Slice it thick, fry it up, then put sliced Velveta on it with a little Miracle Whip and a lettuce leaf. Fried spam sandwiches were made the same way. She could also make "deviled ham" with either one.

My dad grew up in the Ozarks, and said that he wasn't quite a hillbilly, but that he wasn't far from it, and a lot of folks he knew growing up were the bona-fide genuine article.

I spent my summers on the family farm in Missouri, and that's where I learned to appreciate hillbilly cuisine.
 
My dad's favorite was a thick slab fried almost black on soft white bread. He would then smash it flat.

Mom likes grilled cheese, baloney and tomato with mayo.

I'm killin' myself here. It's midnight and I'm headin' to the kitchen for you know what.
 
Rusty, your thread's an eye opener. I never knew Bologna evoked such passion. I just thought of it as the cheaper Mortadella. My kids loved it.

Have you ever had Blood Sausage (Blutwurst)? That was what my Swiss neighbors made when they slaughtered an animal. They were so proud to share their delicacy, but I just couldn't develop a taste for it. Maybe I should have fried it.
 
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Being of Irish stock and have spent a fair bit of time with my cousins in Co Mayo, I have grown quite fond of both black pudding and white pudding.

I looked up the the term black pudding, and it seems that blood sausage is gaining in popularity, although I can't imagine the grandkids packing it in their lunch boxes.

Black pudding, YUM!!! ;)

 
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