As a child there was very little that I didn't like but I disdained bologna and especially a mixture that I was sure my mom must have invented - bologna and dill pickles that were ground up and mixed with mayonnaise. Funny thing was that even though I wouldn't eat it, I loved watching her make it. A cast metal meat grinder attached to the counter and a handle was turned that cranked the grinding mechanism. Of course, modern cooks use food processors, which are quick and easy to use, but that old grinder was fascinating. First she put in some big chunks of bologna, then a few pickles and finally mixed in a big dollop of Miracle Whip. This was spread between two slices of white bread, put in a waxed sandwich bag, and then into a lunchbox to take to school (times four or five - however many kids happened to be in grade school at the time.)
When I happened recently upon a sale at the market deli that featured bologna, I bought an unsliced pound, got out my processor and made some pickle-n-bologna. Served on crackers during a Sunday afternoon of TV football, I found that Hubby liked it (rather unenthusiastically) and surprised myself by enjoying it. Perhaps it was just nostalgia for Mom and her grinder.
