My recent post about Raymond and me re-creating a meal we both loved during our respective childhoods, wieners and beans, resulted in some fun comments from you fine readers. It seems a lot of people have fond feelings toward good old wieners and beans!
As the comment thread wended its way along, it got onto the subject of another good thing worth revisiting from everybody’s childhood: boloney (or baloney, or bologna if you want to get all fancy about it) sandwiches. Who among us didn’t have those in our school lunches? And from there the comments wandered over to fried boloney (and of course the necessity of cutting some slashes into the edges so that they didn’t kind of bunch up in the pan).
And I was vaguely thinking about that during a recent leisurely Saturday-morning grocery trip to the Madoc Foodland. When we have time, Raymond and I both like to tackle the grocery store slowly, to see what new things we might come across. Or, in this case, old things. Because we found two more products that took us straight back to long-ago lunchtimes.
The first was Heinz Sandwich Spread. Do you remember it? (And if you do, a question: Didn’t it used to be Kraft Sandwich Spread?) I swear I had sandwiches made with that stuff for about three years straight during elementary school. As I recall, it was a rather sweet mixture, like a combination of Miracle Whip and relish and maybe some red pimiento. (Come to think of it, that’s probably exactly what it was.) Anyway, I was astounded to discover that it is still being produced, and it made me smile to discover it tucked into a rather obscure shelf in the Madoc supermarket.
Later I found myself in the deli section examining the differing types of boloney on offer (did you know there is chicken boloney?) and some of the other luncheon meats of my past. Which, given that it was almost time for luncheon – I love that word – were looking pretty appetizing right here in the present. And I spotted one that made me start with a combination of horror and delight, because a) I’d utterly forgotten about it and b) if distant memory serves, it is evilly delicious.
It was, of course, macaroni and cheese loaf.
Raymond looked puzzled. He’d never heard of macaroni and cheese loaf. And truth be told, he looked even more puzzled when I explained that it was a loaf of luncheon meat with pieces of, yes, macaroni and cheese in it. Let’s just say he didn’t leap at the prospect of buying a few slices and trying it out.
And I resisted the urge too. For the time being. But you know, while I think I can safely live out my days without ever eating a Heinz Sandwich Spread sandwich again, I am pretty sure there is a sandwich made of macaroni and cheese loaf sometime in my not-too-distant future.