After growing up in NJ and loving it, moving to CA, and not having the stuff in some decade and a half, I found and bought a one pound roll of it at Bristol Farms last summer. I made me a pork roll, egg and cheese on a kaiser roll and sank into a pleasurable, opium-state food memory.
I sliced the rest up and froze it for future highs. The second time was not as good as the first. By the third time I knew the Taylor Hame reunion honeymoon was over. I tried agiain today, in all my optimism, and straight into the trash it went after one bite. What ever did I find appealing about this disgusting, overbearing, greasy, fat laden treat? It's only a memory now.