Montreal may be a city of over three million people, but did you know they don't have any food there?
I mean, how else can you explain the fact that as Jess was leaving today to go back to the city, her grandma gave her enough food to stock an Arctic expedition? Yep, clearly it's one of those food free zones.
These last few days all seemed to be all about food. Saturday was our tiny community's spring supper where we raise loot to fund little activities for the kids who live here--everything from softball to holiday parties to a skating rink.
The normal menu is baked ham, slaw, potato salad, and baked beans followed by the Dessert Table of Death. All this food comes from the kitchens of the women who live here; there aren't any cans opened for this.
As if that isn't yummy enough, this year they added something new to the plate -- les oreilles de Christ ("layz oh-RAY duh kriss" for thems what want to say it out loud).
Those of you who read French are probably asking yourselves, "Um, why would they serve Jesus' ears? And um, just how did they get their hands on THOSE?" The answer being Big Silly, that's the Québecois way of saying pork rinds.
We're so about multi-culturalism here at MarnCo.
Mom's Day was another big potluck feast, this time down at my mother-in-law's home. Jess, Paul and I made our justly celebrated potato salad which involves several secret ingredients.
Oh, alright, you dragged it out of me.
We use your standard potato salad recipe. To it we add 1 1/2 tsp. maple vinegar (you could use apple cider vinegar if you live an empty, meaningless life bereft of maple product goodness) to give the mayo a sweet tang, about a teaspoon of prepared mustard for more zip and several generous pinches of cumin because potatoes without cumin are an abomination.
Now you know.
Go forth and wow the world with your potato salad powers.
But remember, use them only for good.
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