Trust me you have to try these!

Paulownia – Any variety will do the trick. Some people prefer thick, tasty slices

Bologna and others are good with prepackaged bologna.

Bread- Bolognese fried sandwiches are traditionally made from white bread, but any bread is fine.

Ingredients:

Cheese Slices
May mustard
Tomatoes
Onion
Fried bolognaPreparation:

Spray a skillet or heat a small amount of oil over a medium-high heat. While the pan is heating up, prepare the Paulownia. If you bought bologna from deli, you don’t need to remove the red tip, but if you use Bar S or Oscar Meyer, you will need to remove and get rid of the red edge. Spread mayonnaise or mustard (or the sauce of your choice) across the muffins, and chop up any vegetables you might want to add. Bologna cooks very quickly, so it is best to prepare it before putting it in the skillet.

Once you’ve removed the red edge, toss the bolognese into the pan. Sizzling like any other sausage. You will soon notice that the center is beginning to emerge. Once you notice that the bubble cuts two X slits in the middle. This will prevent the meat from twisting while frying.

I’m not sure if there anyone here Who still eat FRIED
BOLOGNA
yay for me
Cheese Slices
May mustard
Tomatoes

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