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[Jeff]

Its not "Imported fare". I am now peaved. I aint telling ya about it and I aint sending ya any. Snowbirds?
Humph

[Jeff]

I will tell you "about it".

My first recollection of Pickled ring balogna was when Dad took me squirrel hunting at the old farm when I was about 10. It was just he and I that day and I remember all of it. Dad was a busy man working full time at Dow and being a full time minister too so these times were few and far between.

Anyway we stoped at the old greendale store and dad bought a coil of pickled balogna and had it wrapped in some brown waxed paper. He bought a hunk of sharp chedder cheese and a box of saltines. We then went over to the greendale town hall and sat underneath the monstrous red oaks. We feasted and dad taught me how to make a whistle out of the huge acorn caps that lay around us.

Since that day Pickeled Balogna has been and always will be the most special food in the world.

[Fla._Deadheader]

DanG Tom, Jeff thinks we were pokin fun at him. I was serious, Jeff. What is the general "Ethnicity" up there? Could this Balogna be a German thing?? I would really like to know??

[OneWithWood]

My father, of mostly German extract, would bring home some pickled bologna, pickled pigs feet, hard salami, cheese and crackers.  It was a special feast and sometimes I would get a swig of his beer 8)
Dad's gone now but the memories will be with me forever.

Jeff, I figure with the warmer than normal air here I could get Noble maybe 4-5 feet up in the air with my air line :D

[Jeff]

Deadheader I could send you a jar, what da ya got other then "our stuff, grits, chitterlings, Greens and Fat Back." that you could trade?

Onewithwood, I'd say thats possible if he's connected to the airline but Noble seems to be able to float around with out it so maybe even your estimate might even be low.

[Ron Wenrich]

The only place I've seen pickled bologna is in bars.  Right next to the pickled eggs, and underneath the blind robins.  In the stores, you can find some pickled hot sausage, but it ain't ring bologna.

I don't know about the rest of the country, but we have several different types of what we call lunch meat.  Basically, it's something like a big hot dog - with different spices.  Olive loaf, pickle loaf, and the like.  

Then, you have Lebanon bologna.  That is more like a sausage.  Pennyslvania Dutch in origin.  They drop one in Lebanon each year at midnight on New Year's Eve.  Something like the apple at Times Square.  They used to have a Bologna Fest that featured a 50' bologna and fried bologna sandwiches.

There are also several types of ring bologna.  The other meats are pressed meats like roast beef, ham, turkey.

But, none of them are pickled.

[Jeff]

You can buy jars of pickled balogna in every grocery store here. So I can't speak of the ethenticity cause everybody likes it ;D

[Jeff]

Then again some people consider this part of Michigan one big Bar.

[Tom]

Give'im some pickled bologna.  That'd get him up in the air. :D

The Bars and country stores sell pickled sausage down here.  Its the hot country type sausage like you would fry for breakfast except they put it in gallon jars of vinegar and spices like they do the eggs, pickled pigs feet, pickled pigs ears and snouts.  Yep I've eaten those.  That makes good hunting fare and stuff to eat when you gather to tell lies out in the back yard.  Bologna to me is that thin sliced stuff that you make a sandwich with to take to school.  The sandwich is two slices of bread, mayonaise, mustard and a newspaper thin slice of bologna where somebody almost missed the sausage.  When I grew up, I found out you could buy the whole sausage and cut 1/2 inch thick slices for sandwiches.  Now that made more sense. Pickled Sausage is more of a "go-with-beer" snack here. :P

[Jeff]

"go-with-beer" snacks here:

Eggs
Tuna sandwich
Meat loaf
Chinese food
Spaghetti
pop tarts
venison
ice cream
crest toothpaste
oat meal
hot dogs
mashed potatoes
etc...  ;D

[Tom]

Oh-h-h  :-/

[Jeff]

Oh-h-h?

[Tom]

Hmmm  Think I will have another big orange.... :

[Noble_Ma]

My dad ate all kinds of pickled meats and eaggs, but no bologna.  He used to make his own pickled eggs.  They could clear the room just opening the jar,.  Never mind the after effects from eating them ;D