Mike lives in North Florida with his wife, two children, two dogs and a cat missing a piece of her ear named Sadie Mae. He is a 30-something guy trying to balance family, work, gardening, travel and his love of food. When the kids are asleep and the house is quiet he writes two blogs, Black Coffee & Bourbon chronicles the daily circus that is his life, and Sweet Tea & Bourbon which documents his foodie adventures.
Becky went to Kentucky for a family reunion. When she returned she brought everyone a present. Mason got a checkers set, Julia got a University of Kentucky cheer leading outfit, and I got a UK t-shirt and a jar of picked rope bologna.
You read that correctly. Pickled. Rope. Bologna. Five pounds of the stuff packed in vinegar. Becky’s Uncle Jerry said it is good to eat with cold beer. Frankly, I am terrified to open it. I can only imagine what it will smell like, and the thought of eating it makes me squirm.
The vat of pickled bologna expires in August, so I will have to summon up some bravery and tear into it by then. I will of course report back with a full review of this Kentucky delicacy.
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