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Aug. 1st, 2006 11:41 pmI think the strangeness of things is actually not always -- not even usually -- due to their being totally new and alien, but rather to elements that are slightly familiar being combined in completely new ways and placed in roles we are unaccustomed to them occupying.
Uh, which is a very long way of saying that I have eaten poutine for the first time.
Now, I've eaten french fries, and I've eaten cheese, and I've eaten gravy, but never before had I experienced these elements in combination. I am not certain why anyone else would think of this in the first place, but I suspect beer was involved. Actually, considering it's a Quebecois invention, I'm positive beer was involved.
That's not to say it wasn't tasty. Poutine shall have its place on the menu of Sam's Cafe (by day; by night it is of course Samosa's Mimosas). Particularly poutine where, in the course of excavating the bottom layer of fries with a plastic fork, one comes across stray onion rings. Fortunately I am an experienced cook in the area of both french fries and gravy, so if I get a sudden poutine craving I can make my own. Really, all my cooking experience comes from the inability to lay my hands on locally-specialised dishes I want, like yorkshire puddings and pumpkin ice cream.
I know that I owe people emails and chatses and LJ comments, but I'm on holiday, and this is what I offer: Poutine.
Uh, which is a very long way of saying that I have eaten poutine for the first time.
Now, I've eaten french fries, and I've eaten cheese, and I've eaten gravy, but never before had I experienced these elements in combination. I am not certain why anyone else would think of this in the first place, but I suspect beer was involved. Actually, considering it's a Quebecois invention, I'm positive beer was involved.
That's not to say it wasn't tasty. Poutine shall have its place on the menu of Sam's Cafe (by day; by night it is of course Samosa's Mimosas). Particularly poutine where, in the course of excavating the bottom layer of fries with a plastic fork, one comes across stray onion rings. Fortunately I am an experienced cook in the area of both french fries and gravy, so if I get a sudden poutine craving I can make my own. Really, all my cooking experience comes from the inability to lay my hands on locally-specialised dishes I want, like yorkshire puddings and pumpkin ice cream.
I know that I owe people emails and chatses and LJ comments, but I'm on holiday, and this is what I offer: Poutine.
