Baloney. Yes. God only knows why. It’s winter. It’s comfort food, sorta. It’s a delivery system for lots of mustard and horse radish. I have fond memories of it. And on a recent visit, I asked the butcher (Ironically she is a whole fucking lot butcher than I am) if they ever made ring baloney and she freaking beamed so big and said, “YES!! Today!” So I bought one.

Potatoes, cabbage, onions and ring baloney. To be honest it was more of a nostalgic pleasure than an actual culinary delight. But I’d happily eat it again. Possibly not again this year.

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