Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Canadians and Gravy

I'm dedicating this blog post to my favorite Canadian. I never name names but you know who you are. 

Thanks to my Canadian friend, I spent this afternoon thinking about the gravy and french fries of my youth. Canadians have a name for this dish, Poutine.   I can live without the cheese curd our Canadian friends add to the dish but gimme steaming hot brown gravy on french fries and I'll stand on my head for you.

I can picture the diner where we hung out when I was a teenager, growing up in Haines, Alaska. We were not rich people but I usually made enough money at babysitting jobs and the theater to sit at a table and enjoy fries with gravy once or twice a week with my friends after school. There's something about the gravy soaking into the fries that makes them better than just about anything in the world. 

Along with a plate of fries & gravy, I loved a big icy cold Coca Cola. You need that when you're consuming a week's worth of salt on one plate.   Salt and sugar, I love you.

As much as I love fries & gravy, I love my Americanized Canadian friend. Whenever she takes a trip to her hometown, she always brings back Canadian chocolates and toffee for me. I forget she is Canadian until she emails me and tells me the only thing she wants to eat after a root canal is a bowl of gravy.  I get her.

So, sitting at my desk today, I was remembering all the way back to high school as if it were yesterday. I don't know how it is possible that memories lay dormant for so long but most of mine are welcomed when they show up. 

Thank you, my lovely Canadian/American friend, for jogging my noggin' regarding a precious time in my life that seems not so long ago. Have some french fries, eh?

love, susan


  1. And here I thought you were talking about Laurie and his little purple Cilica! Remember him?

    1. Oh gosh, how could I forget my red-headed Canadian boyfriend?

      No, actually I was writing about a dear friend here in Tri-Cities. She grew up in Edmonton and it's so nice to know someone who knows what it's like to live in a freezer 6 months out of the year.

  2. Oh wow! I could have sat at that very diner table! Such lovely words (I mean the compliments - although fries and gravy are INDEED lovely words). Totally agree with you re the cheese - that's a BC thing:( Yup, they were delish Susan AND I had enough for us both!! Caroline


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