So how did I develop my taste for the non-gourmet foods?  Who knows.  Could be from my father who was very much into bland meat and potatoes.  Still a favorite comfort food for me.  However, I think my mother may have started it all.  She and I remember the past very differently.  I clearly remember her making lunch for my brother one day.  When I asked her to make me a sandwich, too, she said “I want you to grow up to be independent.  You can make your own sandwich.” I don’t know how old I was, but I’m pretty sure I was barely able to reach the countertop.

I liked bread…I liked peanut butter…and I liked balogne.  My first sandwich was a peanut butter and balogne sandwich. On white bread, of course.  I still enjoy that sandwich.  I especially like the way it grosses people out.  Peanut butter and bananas grosses me out, so who’s to judge?

One day I couldn’t reach the peanut butter (Michelle wasn’t there to get it for me).  I was hungry, so it was just going to be bread and balogne.  I didn’t like the way the bread stuck to the roof of my mouth, so…being the clever kid that I was, I threw another slice of balogne on top.  Problem solved.  The bread no longer stuck to the roof of my mouth, nor to my teeth.

And so it was born.  The infamous “Bread Balogne Bread Balogne” sandwich.  Anyone who knows me, knows that I love that sandwich.  It has to be white bread and Oscar Meyer light beef balogne.  Seriously easy and enjoyable.  I dare you to try it!  I’d love to hear how much you enjoyed it,too,  so I can tell the judgers in my life “Hah!