I'm eternally grateful that I have what my mom always called a "cast-iron stomach." I can eat anything, and not get sick from it. But, I grew up sharing pinches of raw ground chuck with mom, who always told the waitress that "cooked" meant "no longer mooing." She also made a killer ceasar salad with raw egg in the recipe. So maybe my digestive system has acclimated itself to eating some really nasty things with ease. Just don't let me eat too many cashews, or more than a finger-full of bleu cheese in a single day.
Meanwhile - the only time I ever get Boar's Head is when hubby wants a smoke turkey sub. And that's only because Publix doesn't offer its own brand of it. Everything else, I get a store brand or a different national brand. I'm still not over the fact that y'all call it "cappy" down here. It's Cappacuolo, pronounced "gabba-gool." Not "cappy" for crying out loud. Publix low-sodium turkey breast is infinitely better than Boar's Head turkey. I also have learned not to even allow myself to be tempted with pastrami in or around The Villages. It's horrible. I've never had such bad pastrami, even when I got the cheap stuff because I couldn't afford the good stuff, up north. There's a Jewish deli where my dad lives in Boynton, I'll probably bring home a pound next time I visit.
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