God, I just craved a baloney sandwich. What a weird deal.
It wouldn't be on Wonder Bread, though. I didn't mess with that stuff as a kid. It would be Pepperidge Farm white bread. With mayo on one slice, and with one slice of baloney. Two slices of baloney is just disgusting in my book. Too thick, baloney-wise! Baloney is not tavern ham. You can't just stuff those bread slices with a thick wedge of it and bite in. Eeeeg.
Speaking of which, what is the origin of the phrase "best thing since sliced bread"? Are there not a ton of things to come along in recent decades that you would rate well above sliced bread? Let alone "best thing since"! I think what needs to be done here is, let's cut it out with the needless vagaries. Let's get a firm date agreed-upon for the accepted historical debut of sliced bread. Then, let's take a look at what other things have come along, either at that time or since. I have a pretty good hunch there will be plenty of things that you'd say beat hell out of sliced bread! And if that's the case, the idea of "best thing since" becomes a wee leetle bit moot.
Ooh, that last part looks like I'm speaking Dutch!
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For some reason when I was pregnant I wanted baloney on white bread with butter and mustard...
If you can't figure out why you're craving baloney, maybe you should take a pregnancy test.
By the way, is the right way to spell it? If not, that's how it should be spelled.
Baloney? Sure. They also spell it bologna, but I don't think the Bolognese are particularly keen on perpetuating the association.
I'm not sure I was craving baloney so much as a baloney sandwich. I wouldn't have wanted a slice of the naked lunchmeat. And in general, I think baloney is kind of...uh...not what I want. But I guess there must be something ineffable about a baloney sandwich. Something primal, leftover from the deeps and eddies of my childhood subconscious.
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