A word on Polony and Ponies.
We have recently returned to Perth after enjoying a long stint in Melbourne, and it has to be said, it has been great to come back to the place where polony is an accepted food stuff.
Polony was an absolute favourite growing up. You could eat it anytime of the day, it had minimal preparation time, it always satisfied appetites and much to our parents’ delight, it was cheap! (hmm… it all makes sense now)
Meanwhie in Melbourne, nobody knew anything about this strange meat, even supposed ‘meat specialists’ behind the deli counter at Coles. And the fact that we never knew quite how to describe polony really dogged attempts to find it’s equivalent. It was frustrating at first, we had these grand ideas that Melbournians were a greatly cultured mob, then we found out that they say ‘dint’ instead of ‘dent’, ‘milkbar’ instead of ‘deli’ and don’t even know what ‘mintox’ means. But maybe they had a point.
You see, we were born into polony and as such you never really question what is in it. You just eat it cause it tastes so damn good. But since coming home and trying to reignite the polony fire, it’s kind of sickening to think about what’s in it. So let’s just not.
The other half of this story involved our somewhat horsey family and the ponies that could always be found, roaming. We even participated in (ahem) a gymkhana or two. Yes, looking back that’s a bit cringey but like our misbehaving ponies, we always did prefer to just tear around like we were in a western movie, not try to ride in perfect circles and bow to snooty judges.
The impact of both polony and ponies on us in our formative years cannot be played down, so isn’t it such a stroke of luck that these two words can be so happily married?
The results is of course, Polony Pony. He might be a little bit of an outcast when it comes to socialising with the other ponies but his unique attributes means he catches the attention of many. He is so proud of both his Polonyness and his Ponyness. The down-side is that he tends to have hungry people and animals picking at him and slicing machines chasing him down the street. But only in Perth really.
You might also like to note that polony=bologna sausage=balony=nonsense, so if you can take something away from that …
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