Pickles by Brian Crane for September 22, 2021

Earl is full of it alright. But it ain’t baloney.

Did Nelson’s grandfather Earl and granduncle Leon get to eat SOS (Stuff On Shingles; meat scraps in gravy on toasted bread) growing up? I think I can easily make that with luncheon meat, gravy used for biscuits and gravy, and toast.

One of the occasion things I liked my grandmother made, think she called it depression loaf. Like a mini meat loaf, based on a loaf of Klik or similar, stuck with cloves and in a kind of mustard glaze.

Tomato soup: hot water and ketchup.

Recall the ‘poor days’. Rabbits were 50cents each at the ranch a mile down the road. Funny but I miss my Mom’s collard greens and ham hocks. Hated it as a kid. The boiled salted cod fish I can do without altogether…..

My neighbor, born and raised in New Orleans, told his young children about the hardships he endured as a child, through snow to school, a heated potato in his pocket the only thing keeping his hands from freezing. At his school, when he misbehaved, the nuns required him to kneel on raw rice for hours. Still LOL

He’s full of beans and passing gas!

So what did you learn Nelson ? Only to believe part of what Grandpa says ;-)

Is this like the Blues Brothers’ “wish sandwich”?

Lordy! Poor Nelson will remember all the Bologna Earl slung when he was a kid…

Butter…butter…Parkay…

I fondly remember jam sandwiches— two pieces of bread, jammed together.

Time to learn the difference between the deli meat and the term for BS, Nelson!

The folks would call it round steak. It didn’t make it taste any better.

I guess that it was too much to ask for that Roscoe would be in two days in a row . Sad ) :

If you missed picolll’s comment yesterday:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CdVTCDdEwI

We had lots of balcony. I don’t miss it. I don’t miss the Spam either.

I don’t like Spam.

My father was born in 1918. He told us some kids brought lard sandwiches for lunch at school. How times have changed! Am grateful. Yet children are still going hungry. Hoping this administration will help fix the root causes of this shame.

No one made SOS like the Draft Army.

When I was a small boy, we were so poor we had baloney sandwiches for lunch every day. My three brothers and I finally couldn’t stand it anymore. We would wrap the sandwiches up in napkins and hide them behind the refrigerator. Eventually, Mom found out and was pretty mad about it.

Yes, and I had to walk 5 miles to school. Uphill both ways.

Nothing tastier as a kid than a mixture of butter and sugar

One of the kids stole a loaf, and chose a career of Rower on a big boat, and was just promoted to head cook or galley chef.

He has WELL made up for any possible lack of baloney (as opposed to bologna) in previous days.

“If I had ham, I could make a ham sandwich…if I had bread.”

I never thought we were poor but my moms brother and one sister were rich and one loved on a farm. So I got to see both sides of life.

Anyone that would eat SOS….. would also eat a dog’s droppings, with a dirty spoon!