Monday, March 14, 2011

BraunchWHYger??

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I was feeling nostalgic the other day, missing my grandfather who recently passed away.  And I walked by the processed meat section in the grocery store and grabbed myself some Braunschweiger (which, you should know spell checker corrects that word to Schwarzenegger...and that makes sense, as he's also a livery sausage type). Braunschweiger is a liver sausage, for those of you who don't know. 

Anyways, when I was a little girl, I remember sitting on the couch with my grandpa eating Braunschweiger and mustard sandwiches (he might have put onions on his, but I'm pretty sure that would have been too much of a strange thing in one place at that time in my life.)  But you should know that I LOVED them.  I couldn't get enough.   

So the other day, I toasted up a good slice of Italian bread, schmeared me on a good thick layer of Braunschweiger, poured a little mustard over the top, took a bite, chewed it up, swallowed it, got a displeased look on my face and threw the rest of my sandwich in the trash.

I miss you grandpa, but I don't miss Braunschweiger!  

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Funny story. My dad loved liverwurst and daddy love convinced me it was yum. I have been tempted to try it again, years later, and now am skeered!

Jessica said...

Don't be skeered! Try it, you might like it!

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