fried bologna sandwich on white bread with bread-and-butter pickles and a slice of onion.
SERIOUSLY! How weird is that?
What I know about myself as this year of living healthfully winds down and moves into the next one (because I'm NEVER turning back, I feel too good), is that one fried bologna sandwich on white bread with bread-and-butter pickles and a slice of onion wouldn't kill me. And likely wouldn't do any weight-loss damage, either.
I'd probably feel crappy for a day or so. That's happened following my planned cake and s'mores treats in the summer.
I won't indulge, however, because I'd have to drive more than five hours to get the one fried bologna sandwich worth the cheat.
G&R Tavern, home of a world-famous fried bologna sandwich. Well, maybe just a far-and-wide famous bologna sandwich. My dad and I frequently made the drive up to Waldo for a daddy-daughter lunch.
It ain't healthy, but man is it ever delicious.
I imagine dreaming of crappy food for someone following a paleo plan is similar to recovering alcoholics' drunk dreams, of which I've had more than a few. It's a sober (ahem) reminder that some things just aren't worth it.
If the G&R were an hour away, though, it just might be.