As a newlywed, some 50 years ago my new husband was always wanting me to make boiled Bologna. I had never heard of such a thing, and it sounded horrid, but one day not knowing what to make for dinner, I decided to surprise him. I brought a big pot of water to a boil and threw in some sliced Bologna, I figured when it curled up it would be done. I served it with pride, along with boiled potatoes and green beans, waiting for my thank you. What I got was him rolling on the floor laughing hysterically about the shoe leather I tried to feed him and trying desperately to call his mother to tell her about the disaster. She told him to hush and explained to me that I was supposed to use ring Bologna. Never lived that down.

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