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  • Chèrie Poutine, mon amour

    Ah, poutine! J’aime toujours No loon, nor John A. can deflect thy price Thine image captures such allure With our Queen in hand, I’d pay it twice Those golden drippings in which you cleanse The sight, my heart, it beats in toil Basket shaken dry dilates mine lens No further, my tongue I must now […]

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  • Does it just boil down to tomato or tomahto?

    Eating, cooking, and foodcasts. That’s on the agenda–ahem, counter–for today. Anyway, it might be for seasonal-mood-ing/maturity-increasing/economic-effects-ing/urban-relaxation-ing reasons, but I’ve fully embraced cooking. We’re practically married. I’ve never been one for the ol’ pot and wooden spoon. Last year, cooking in Halifax was bookended by two horrendous experiences: 1. Macaronigate: Fat-free cheese + wooden spoon + […]