I’m starting to like my new home in Paducah, Kentucky. It’s at least 10 degrees warmer than Chicago and that is absolute spoiling at its best. However, I also have some doubts….
What is this you ask? Obviously, it’s jarred pickled bologna in the refrigerated section of the supermarket. Where might you find it? Oh, between the jarred pickled eggs and sauerkraut, where else?
BTW: $6.89 for a pound of bologna?
Well, maybe, because after all, this is
oh wait, need a close-up?
At the same store I bought this item but didn't think much of it until put two and two together. You guessed it; there aren't any nursing homes in Paducah.
The worst part is that I cooked it for my son this evening, after showing him the package and giving him a blank stare. He did get the joke and reported that it was “disgusting” before walking away.
He has a sensitive stomach so I thought I’d ask how he was doing after eating the entire pound of sausage and 10 biscuits (biscuits and gravy, his favorite!)
Me: Any residual effects from dinner?
Son: Other than wanting to eat dinner at 5 and then head to bed for the night at 5:30, no.
Me: (Mockingly) “you’re disgusting”
Son: Do we have any Depends adult undergarments?
Please note that I share these things for the laugh value, not to make myself feel bigger by putting others down. Here's my mantra: