I’ve been missing home lately. I have no idea when we will make the two hop plane trip to Canada again. Whenever I get these feelings, food will often help quell the longing to freeze my tooshy off while being blinded by the whitest sparkling snow. Poutine, albeit made without real cheese curds (but I might have found a source!), is a simple way to remind myself of home, and in a very comforting way.
We were grocery shopping at one of the larger stores close to us. I was trying to make out what I scribbled on my note paper while herding the family up and down the aisles. At the end of one aisle was a display of chips. Chips are not normally purchased, I opt for corn tortilla chips instead and avoid the evil greasy potato chips altogether. These were no ordinary chips though… these were ketchup flavoured! No way, look at this, honey! Can you believe they have ketchup chips here, in Texas?!? This is something hubby doesn’t understand, nor does he care to, nor do I expect him to. If you were ever allowed to have potato chips while growing up in Canada, I will wager you’ve had one of these flavours: Ketchup, Dill Pickle, Bacon, or Salt and Pepper. Old Dutch was the standard back then.
My delight was doubled at the check out line. Oh Henry! No, the cashier wasn’t named Henry, it’s a chocolate bar. It’s a Canadian chocolate bar (or at least I’ve never seem them this far south!)
Now I’m a happy girl 🙂
My Cinco de Mayo party will have a Canadian flare!