Fried bologna, egg on challah bread with an american cheese rarebit sauce
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The best kitchen technique my mother taught me was to be a gracious guest and eat what you were served by your host. That being said I tried many things that my mom would not have fixed and some of these things are early food memories, for better or worse. My mom is an excellent cook but I have never cooked at her side. I guess I was the youngest and it just didn't happen for whatever reason, really I probably wasn't interested when I as young. I will never forget the first time I had fried bologna. I was watching some TV show and they ate it on the show. I thought I had seen the most amazing culinary treat ever. I went to the kitchen and made one and was shocked to find bologna was even better hot. I used to save my school lunch money, for things I shouldn't have been buying, and came home from school starving. My mom wouldn't make me anything to eat because it was my fault I was hungry. She didn't care if I made something myself and therefore fried bologna became a staple. This is my ode to the days of old, I don't eat one of these often but when I do this is how I want it served.
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