Bologna,

how many years has it been since I've eaten a bologna sandwich..

I can sing that song ya’no…

*hums*

My bologna has a first name…

I had one today.. I enjoyed the first bite. My taste buds remembered even after 35 years.

I mean how can they forget?

I took that initial bite.. and my brain froze.

Memories came flooding back…

I remembered my brother at the table when I had taken a bite of my bologna sandwich.

 I was 6.

Brother: you know what Bologna is made of?

Me: No…wha’? Ponytails & ..my 2 front teeth missing..

Brother: Chicken ass’s , chicken lips, pig balls and cow butts. All mixed together for a tasty slab of meat.

Me: chewing as he spoke…I stopped in *mid * chew. All I heard was PIG balls, and cow butts. It teetered on tongue and lip… I was taught to NEVER spit out your food at the table. He sat staring at me.

I could see his smirk on his face as I came to the realization I was either going to hurl, or I was gunna swallow. …

I remembered the plate with the flowers and my napkin on my lap.

He tried his hardest to contain his laugh as I turned 3 shades of green.

I took that bite today… and remembered why I don’t eat it…

I didn’t swallow. I held it there on my tongue ..breaking out in a sweat.

My gag reflexes kicked into overdrive…

Spit..

Or

Swallow.