Prego

I've been a fan of the Chippies brand for decades now. As a student I used to look forward to my Prego steak or chicken roll which rolled by (pun intended) every Thursday or Friday with military precision. It was on my Prego roll that I started valuing the awesome powers of garlic. Years later, as part of my travels to the east, I also encountered the big fat garlic slices (or massive whole ones) as a normal part of one's diet. As a child my mother used to use a mortar and pestle to help create an aromatic garlic and ginger paste which soon disappeared into the wholesome tastes of homemade curries with basmati rice and childhood. Of course things change and that familiar welcome is no longer possible. I used to look forward to my weekly catch-up with "Mr Chippies". "How's school, the family is fine. So and so passed away. You're looking pale, you must take care of yourself, I need to change the light bulb today" and so on. Wonderful memories and at my age I tend to live with memories as much as the present. They don't accept cash and the young man at the till was very adamant that cash is outdated. Luckily I brought my purse along so had that lifesaving plastic 🙃 😅; otherwise my trip to Rondebosch might've been quite in vain. They offer snapscan, QR code thingimagigi and more, confirming that we are indeed living in the 21st century. But back to the Prego rolls and chips. Yes, it definitely reminded me of the previous century's rolls with subtle variations which I guess should be expected. The garlic slices are not as abundant as I remember it, but one can purchase some more Prego sauce 😋. Fabrica Do Prego is fast becoming one of my regular weekly visits - with my own family in tow. Must be in the genes.