Sorry to ask my friend, but in what culture is that sausage. You know I’m from a country where sausages abound, but just thinking that could be sausage somewhere upsets my stomach! Haha!
If you go to an seen-better-days midwestern restaurant that has lots of older folks taking advantage of early bird specials, the salad bar will probably have a bowl of granular pink glop. That’s the ham salad. I can’t with a clear conscience say that it’s a good thing to eat, but I have a peculiar nostalgic fondness for it.
Sorry to ask my friend, but in what culture is that sausage. You know I’m from a country where sausages abound, but just thinking that could be sausage somewhere upsets my stomach! Haha!
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Ah, this is why you are not a Ukrainian person. EVERYTHING reminds us of a sausage. I see a flower or a book, and think, “Mmm, sausage. . .” 🙂
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Now it makes sense! Sausage is the Ukrainian jamón!!
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I knew we would find common ground! :-))))))))
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How about a nice little ham salad made with lots of sweet pickle relish? That sorts of splits the difference: http://lasvegasfoodadventures.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/hamsalad.jpg
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Very interesting. I’ve never tried anything of the kind.
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If you go to an seen-better-days midwestern restaurant that has lots of older folks taking advantage of early bird specials, the salad bar will probably have a bowl of granular pink glop. That’s the ham salad. I can’t with a clear conscience say that it’s a good thing to eat, but I have a peculiar nostalgic fondness for it.
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