Carnivorous cattle

[dun]

Dad would mix it up in a bowl with relish, dill pickles and mayonnaise.

My mother would run it through the food grinder and mix the same stuff with it, or course she did that with bologna and any other kind of prepared meat that was available. Home made bread cut about 3/4 inch thick so you didn't get much of the filling but got plenty full with the bread.

dun

Reminds me of what my dad used to say about life. Life is like a sh-t sanwich. the more bread you have the less sh-t you got to eat.

We must be related. I didn't know that dad was a travelin man, but it sure sounds that way

dun