My wife’s uncle and her cousin came to Connecticut to visit last weekend. My wife served sandwiches for lunch. Always looking to take care of me, she made me a bologna sandwich while she and her guests ate turkey.
I’ve noticed lately that bologna is getting a bad rap. In the two times that I’ve eaten this delectable lunch meat in the last couple months, people have been surprised by my choice, referencing it as the sandwich meat of the young. Both times, the critics admitted to enjoying bologna but implied that they had left it behind for more mature meat.
A First Corinthians sort of spirit:
When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things.
Of course, on this particular day, I was eating turkey bologna, which meant that we were all eating turkey.
Mine just tasted a lot better.