Patio Daddio BBQ - Musings of barbecue, cooking, and life -- served hot, fresh and saucy

I spent most of the early years of my life in the northeast (Ashtabula, Ohio for you geographic types). Some call the greater Cleveland area "The Mistake on the Lake", but I'll just let that ride, as you never know when your Mother or Grandmother might be reading. Suffice it to say that this young man moved west.

I know you're probably sitting there thinking, "Great. I hate to break up the family reunion, but what does any of this have to do with barbecued baloney?" Well, when I was a young lad my hero was my Grandfather. We grandkids spent most of our Saturday afternoons with him in those years. Occasionally, he would make fried baloney sandwiches for lunch. When I first tried barbecued baloney I couldn't help but think of my dear Grandfather. I just knew it was something that he would have loved.

OK, I'm getting misty-eyed, so let's get on with the recipe.

This recipe falls solidly in the 'brain-dead easy' category. If you struggle with this, you should seriously consider hanging up your tongs. Please note the lack of an H in that last word. I won't even go there.

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