September 24, 2003
The Flea's sojourn in the north of England meant hanging out with a friend from Alberta, another Canadian in the British university research ghetto, was a welcome chance to relax without having to explain every joke or Beachcombers reference. Reminiscences would often turn to lost Canadian delicacies such as donuts (hard to find in England) or real coffee (forget it). I was struck with a craving for maple syrup along the lines of what we would make every spring at my family's place in the country. My pal did not share my maple syrup yearning. Aside from pancakes or waffles, he did not see the point of the stuff. I was dumbstruck. How could he be Canadian and not like maple syrup?
I'm from Alberta. How many maple trees do you think we have out there?
From that moment on the truth of a symbol's role in establishing the colonialist, hegemonic cultural imperialism of my Ontario home has been clear to me. Better make that a McGriddle for breakfast today.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at September 24, 2003 07:06 AM
The guitarist from a band I was in hailed from upstate New York and his relatives would drive up to Canada to buy a case of real maple syrup and ship it to him. He would make maple caramels, maple fudge, maple brownies.
It's an interesting flavor, maple, somewhere in the caramel/chocolate/coffee/toffee family of flavors. I wonder why more candy makers have not grabbed that taste and run with it.
Posted by: David Strain at September 24, 2003 01:46 PM
I picked up a maple-infused mustard a couple months ago aware fully it could be revolting. It turned out to be one of the best mustards I have ever purchased... much better than honey mustards.
The real adventure is going to be the day I finally break down and buy French Toast Crunch cereal. I think it needs maple syrup to go with.
Man. French Toast Crunch is an eerie part of this complete breakfast. The cereal bits are shaped like tiny slices of toast. It's like they knocked over the Barbie Bakery or something. It smells like French toast. In milk, it tastes like French toast. The problem is that, as the name implies, it's crunchy. Crunchy French toast is actually kind of unnerving and vile.
Posted by: Nicholas Packwood at September 24, 2003 01:57 PM
It's simply Un-Canadian not to adore Maple syrup, er... isn't it?
Posted by: Alexandra at September 24, 2003 02:20 PM
Did I ever tell you I have a swiped Tim Horton's coffee cup? I asked a friend to bring me back something from Canada. I got a Mountie, too, but when we found out it wasn't 'that' kind of mounting, I had to send him back.
The pertinent question is whether or not you like Joni Mitchell.
Posted by: David Strain at September 24, 2003 03:29 PM
I am listening to "Coyote" as I type this. What's not to like?
Posted by: Nicholas Packwood at September 25, 2003 09:47 PM