Yesterday we had grilled sandwiches with imported Italian mortadella and provolone on homemade peasant bread. I'm not real big into processed meats, but for some reason I love mortadella. It reminds me a little of the Oscar Mayer bologna mom used to feed us as kids, but with much better flavor.
Our daughter, who has a summer job working in a grocery store deli, has come to hate when people ask for it. I didn't realize this, but every time they run mortadella through the meat slicer they have to sanitize the entire machine, due to the pistachios in the meat. Food allergies, you know.