A former co-worker and I were exchanging stories of homemade disgusting Newfoundland food from the bay. My diet as a child was restricted to white bread, fried bologna, orange pekoe tea loaded with condensed milk and boiled Sunday dinner. It was freaking delicious.

Prepped to cook

Not to mention Maple Leaf canned Vienna sausages with curiously obscure ingredients. We had some Come From Aways visiting last week, and Matt bought canned sausages to introduce the boys to a Newfoundland delicacy. I didn’t realize this, so when I saw the opened can on the kitchen counter I exclaimed, “ARE THOSE VIENNA SAUSAGES?!” and thereby fulfilled every Newfie stereotype in the book. I ate them anyway.

But here’s one I’ve never heard of before: the Newfie fried bologna sandwich. Turkey stuffing (dressing) sandwiched between two slices of bologna, smothered in hot gravy. Congratulations. We’ve found the meal meeting a person’s sodium quota for an entire year.

Delicate baloney drop

This culinary adventure was fun. And disgusting. I had to film it. You’re welcome.

I’m going to the gym now.