Raclettes: Something Worthwhile from the French
Last week, Pastor T treated our corporate financial reporting study group (a rowdier group than the name would suggest) to a feast of "raclettes". This meal essentially amounts to melted cheeses poured over buttery semi-mashed potatoes, and topped with cold cuts, pickles, and olives. It's like a gourmet poutine - who knew the French had this kind of contribution to make?
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Last night while returning home after the annual Easter do at my wife's grandparents' place, I was thinking about how poutine covers the three major elements of a healthy meal - protein, fat and carbs, though not necessarily in that order.
Truly, it is the ideal dish.
I recently sampled the hangover breakfast at the Elgin Street Diner in Ottawa. Eggs, bacon, toast, beans, and poutine. Nothin' better.
French women do not get fat, but it doesn't mean Canadians are immune to the formation of fat deposits and clogged arteries.
I didn't get where I am today by worrying about how I'll feel tomorrow.
French women do not get fat? Of course they do. And if we're already on cultural stereotypes, they also chain smoke.
The Elgin hangover breakfast is best immediatley following a night at the Pump or the Bytown... fight the hangover before it can start!
I have boycotted the Elgin St. Diner ever since the night Hammer and I waited in line at 2am for half an hour only to get to the front and have the hostess accuse us on jumping to the front of the line. We left in a fury with Hammer telling the guy at the take out counter to "keep working the glamour shift." And that was at least 4 years ago.
Classic Hammer. Imagine how good he'd be as a wrestler working the microphone.
I do seem to recall giving the Stone Cold salute a couple of times that evening as well - but that was a long time ago.
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