Tony and John have done some wonderful things with baloney here.
Tried baloney for the first time yesterday. It must be a childhood memory good times thing, for it sure can't compete for me with a good steak sandwich. Still I tried.
Back in my Boy Scout days, I do remember our scout leader insisting that a baloney sandwich coated with peanut butter on one side and strawberry jam on the other, with a light coating of mayo instead of butter, was the ultimate sandwich. I declined it at the time.
You GO David! Not much beats a good steak sandwich. (A Philly cheese steak sandwich especially!)
But to fully value them, a baloney sandwich, in between at irregular intervals, makes the steak more appreciated!
Tony and John have done some wonderful things with baloney here.
Tried baloney for the first time yesterday. It must be a childhood memory good times thing, for it sure can't compete for me with a good steak sandwich. Still I tried.
Back in my Boy Scout days, I do remember our scout leader insisting that a baloney sandwich coated with peanut butter on one side and strawberry jam on the other, with a light coating of mayo instead of butter, was the ultimate sandwich. I declined it at the time.
Sounds like when it came to gustatory compatibility your Scout Leader was short a few achievement badges.......so to speak. Good call on your part.
Paul; I assume there was a considerable brass section in the camp band then?
Different musical, Jack.
Not many North Americans, other than Paul Rouffa of course, know that a dedicated core of this camp band later developed into the Odoriferous Zephyr Flatulationary Revue. This band enjoyed a measure of success in Europe as the result of their "Wurstwind Tour" of 1967 before disbanding after running out of gas creatively in 1970.
By any chance did OZFR have inside information as to the upcoming gas crisis ?
@jack-dodds I must you tell.... my son (a Ph.D. ) and I occasionally square off to see who can be the most pedantic. Speaking parenthetically, I'm glad you're not involved! 😀 😀
Well if your son's Ph.D is in psychiatry *(studies pertaining to the noggin's inner soft part)* it's in my best interest to remain at least one country away.
Paul; I assume there was a considerable brass section in the camp band then?
Different musical, Jack.
Not many North Americans, other than Paul Rouffa of course, know that a dedicated core of this camp band later developed into the Odoriferous Zephyr Flatulationary Revue. This band enjoyed a measure of success in Europe as the result of their "Wurstwind Tour" of 1967 before disbanding after running out of gas creatively in 1970.
By any chance did OZFR have inside information as to the upcoming gas crisis ?
No apparently they never got even a sniff....for the best perhaps.
This gentleman is Chris Moroni's neighbor. He is terrified, yet ecstatic, having just found Chris lying prone in his model shop, after having stumbled and crushed a recently decaled '53 Corvette and de-skirted '54 Lincoln with his fall. The addled artiste, initially presumed to be deceased, has rallied and is now semi-coherent after consuming what was later measured to be two nogginfuls of liquor (nogginful being a Canadian metric measure meaning a shitload). The panicked neighbor feels helpless and calls 911, as the legendary modeliste repeatedly mumbles "make the thread stop....in the name of God!"
