Oh? Canada Day?

[D_Theophallus Kneedgroin]

I haven't had poutine in years....

Happy Canada Day!

 

[camper joe]

To all Canadians here at LPSG and everywhere, Happy Canada Day!

 

[Gillette]

Just back from watching the fireworks over Halifax Harbour. Had a fantastic view both of the sky and the boat they were being shot off of.


I had no idea fireworks were so resilient. The ones that misfired straight into the water still spread out in the same pattern and changed from red to green to dazzling white even underwater.


Bet that scared a few fish.

 

[D_Tintagel_Demondong]

I had no idea fireworks were so resilient. The ones that misfired straight into the water still spread out in the same pattern and changed from red to green to dazzling white even underwater.

How cool is that.

 

[midlifebear]

Actually, you're thinking of putain (unless the Fr.Can spelling is different, a quick search would suggest not) and does, in fact, literally mean whore. Though its use in French is far more like the way I use 'fuck' or 'fucking' - as an emphatic swear word. "Putain, il est beau!" ("Fuck, he's beautiful" - not "Whore, he's beautiful" which would be the literal translation.)

Au contraire, Manly of the Banisters. It is poutine: a paper dish trough of potatoes (with skins) sliced longways, deep fried, and covered in melting clotted yellow cheese which, in turn, is covered in brown gravy. The pronunciation is similar to that of the Premier of Russia, Putin (Poot-sin). It is a major Canadian comfort food to be found at an indeterminate eastern point from just across the border somewhere along Maine into Quebec all the way to the western edge of Ontario. It is possible that the folks in the Maritimes eat this heart-clogging folk food-way, too. By the time you drive from Montreal along the trans-Canadian Highway to western Ontario the poutine begins to change. First, the clotted yellow cheese becomes an "option." Instead, they just serve fries with gravy. By the time you're in Winnipeg you know something is wrong because the gravy is no longer offered unless you specifically ask for it. Instead, they serve a side of "pink sauce" or ketchup. Once you make it west of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, and you roll into Calgary, Alberta, they begin to look at you funny if you ask for poutine. It's Micky D's or a Whopper. However, if you ask for "Poulet frit al a Kentucky" they know what you're saying.

Oh, how I would love a big ol' pile of poutine real. Spaniards whip up their own version, but use only olive oil for frying, sprinkled heavily with fresh, uncooked/minced garlic, white pepper, and finely chopped tomatoes.

Anyway, happy post Canada Day! Ya hosers! Eh? Yahoo !:biggrin1: