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Cooking with Catherine: The Barefoot Duchess?
Blog Guy, thanks for finally giving us some coverage of William and Catherine’s royal tour of Canada. We want more!
Well, Catherine did a cooking workshop at the Institut de tourisme et d’hotellerie du Quebec, in Montreal.
Whoa! Please translate that into English! The Institut de tourisme et d’hotellerie du Quebec?
My French is pretty rusty, but I’m pretty sure it means The Institutionalized Hostile Tourists.
Are we the meat in a goofy sandwich?
Don’t look now, but the U.S. is surrounded. Mexico went goofy in 2010, and Canada went even goofier.
This is serious. These are our closest neighbors to the north and south, but don’t ask me which is which. I guess I need a map.
Going beyond routine poutine cuisine
Blog Guy, since Canada just hosted the world leaders and spent a fortune to present a good face to the world, I was wondering if they used the opportunity to promote that popular Canadian dish you’ve written about?
You mean poutine, the dish consisting of french fries covered in cheese curds and gravy ,which they eat in Canada and almost nowhere else.
Welcome to the “Not So Great Lakes”
Blog Guy, I really envy you working journalists. I just saw a picture of the view from the press center at that G20 Summit up in Toronto, and it’s gorgeous! A waterfall and a lake? How do you get any work done?
Well first, I don’t ever get much work done. And second, if you take a look at a wider angle you’ll see that this is just a still photo projected on a big-screen television at the press center. The “lake” is a shallow indoor pool surrounded by canoes and Adirondack chairs.
I have to put that in my MOUTH?
Blog Guy, I follow the exciting world of competitive eating – you know, like that Wing Bowl and stuff like that. But I was baffled to see a reference to the “World Poutine Eating Championship.” What on earth is Poutine?
Thanks a lot for asking. Now I’m going to have nightmares again. Poutine is a dish consisting of french fries covered in cheese curds and gravy. They eat it up there in Canada.
Naked Noon in Saskatoon?
It is dusk in the cabin. The door opens and a brawny lumberjack enters the bedroom, tossing his mighty ax in the corner.
He gazes at a sultry young woman in the bed. She is clad only in flannel pajamas, woolen mittens and a hat with fur earflaps pulled down.
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