June Mid-Atlantic Thunderstorm Ambience — Rain and thunder; the best. As far as the description goes, it's a thunderstorm.
I've been thinking of Olive Loaf lately. As a kid, I enjoyed this peculiar cold cut. It was distinct from the bologna sandwiches our parents forced us to eat (every day).
The cold cut section of the grocery stores had two options: bologna and off-brand bologna. Oh, and head cheese (don't Ask Jeeves). And American cheese. That was it.
Today, my kids bring leftover spaghetti to school. For my generation, it was bologna and cheese on white bread with a splotch of mustard. My ****** parents would splatter mustard between the bread and cheese so the mustard would soak into the bread, creating a vulgar mustard bread pudding.
My sister didn't like bologna or mustard, but she ate it. Saying no to Mom or Dad could have resulted in a stint in the corner.
But olive loaf is a meat that's like bologna but with olives. So exotic.