Oof! It hit me today that it is Wednesday, the hump of all days in these long-short-crazy weeks. Recap: Last week, Ari, Eliot and I had an adventure in the Harvest store. Usually when I go foodshopping, I go to Johnnie’s Foodmaster for 3 reasons.
- 1. Proximity
- 2. Prices
- 3. Honorable mention of my dear, dear brother, Jonny
But Harvest was inspiring and we had our very own Canadian Thanksgiving. You know, my father’s side of the family is from Canada. The Fourniers lived there for generations upon generations. When my Grandma was little she left Canada with her parents, Clara and Paul, and migrated to Vermont in search of gold. Her grandparents stayed in Ontario, along with some Great Aunts and Uncles and the lineage has since passed.
I’m not one of those people who wishes they lived in Canada, or even wants to. I really do love the U.S.A., but more specifically I just love this damn Northeast coast line. I guess I can see why people want to become ex-pats and go up North this is where my head and body are connected as one, and therefore my spirit is here too.
A short list of the food we consumed:
Saturday evening: Shepard’s Pie Plate
- Potatoes
- Peas & Corn
- Peas & Thank yous
- Turkey bits
- Cheese on top…mmm!
It was delish!
Sunday Morning: a whole ‘nother story.
- Apple Maple Walnut Syrup Donut Sausages (I know, right?)
- Buttermilk Pancakes
- Fried Eggs
- A side of Micah
Micah is our friend from BU and is now the collective guru of The Student Underground. He shared a few minutes of our Canadian Thanksgiving.
Best of all, the CEO of 3rdarm.biz was here for this breakfast, and he ate some minitaure sized pancakes, with some coffee too. It was really great, and I thanked my lucky stars for having some of that good ol’ Canadian blood running through me.