Saundra Adams sits in bed, finishing a fried bologna sandwich on wheat bread. It is a little after 1 a.m. on Nov. 16, 1999.
Her house smells of bologna, but also of onions and vanilla. While frying onions for her sandwich, some sizzling butter had popped out of the pan, burning the back of her hand.
Her mother always told her to put vanilla on a burn, so she had grabbed some from the pantry and applied a little.
She wishes her daughter could join in the late-night snack. Both Saundra and Cherica Adams love fried bologna, although for Cherica it’s a guilty pleasure she doesn’t advertise.