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MMmm those Wedgies!
Seems a lot of my posts talk about food, but its really an integral part of rural Newfoundland life. A meal was more than an opportunity to fill your belly, it was a social family event. And no visit was complete till you had a “cup of tea” which meant, tea, cake, cookies, jam, crackers, etc, etc.
When we were younger, take out food was both rare and a treat, and there weren’t a whole lot of restaurants nearby. We’d go to Greening’s down across the neck sometimes, but that was quite the jaunt, and of course the Irving as well, but there weren’t a lot of take out type places, and fried chicken was really a little unusual. That was remedied somewhat by Reddi Chef. I can’t remember if it came to town in my early childhood, or was there before, but I think the former. I guess it was a franchise, because I remember visiting another in Burin, and they had a fish burger called the Big Eric. But to me Reddi Chef will always be about wedgies and will always be down the road from Mercer’s, on the corner of Bourne Place (I think).
All I remember was the little hole in the wall take out selling chicken and, and this is the big AND, and wedgies. Oh my god! Nowadays you can get wedgies and taters everywhere, but back then, well these were unusual, and while their batter was I think mainly pepper, I will never forget how good they tasted! Reddi Chef came and went a couple times over the years I think, and other take outs in the same building made it seem like it was always Reddi Chef. I believe Carpenters had a store there in the same building, and perhaps had the takeout too, before they moved up to the new store on Memorial Drive.
Lots of memories there for sure, and another part of growing up back home.
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
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