My birthday lunch

Yes, today is my birthday, a day on which the year count advances, today to a far larger number than I am comfortable with. This year, though, I gave myself the early gift of a completed novel, so how could I complain? (Easily, but I won't.)

For lunch today, a small group of us went to one of my favorite little diners in town. I had hoped they would have the fried bologna--they use the old-fashioned, thick style--on offer, but I was also tempted by their pimento cheese.

Then, it hit me: Why not embrace the greatness of both sandwiches? Fried bologna with pimento cheese melted on it would be awesome.

Never let it be said that American ingenuity is dead; from such creations springs the backbone (and the waistline) of our nation.

Sure enough, the fried bologna was a special item today, so here is my lunch.

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The macaroni salad is mine. The fruit is not.

Yeah, that's gonna hurt in the morning.

It was mighty damn tasty, though, you betcha.