The taste of Old Blighty in Montreal
|A little bit of heaven in a jar|
From a culinary point of view I think I've done a pretty good job of assimilating here in Canada. I have maple syrup on my porridge (sorry oatmeal), I love a roadside poutine or two, adore a good tourtiere and I've even been known to eat squeaky cheese or cheese curds as they are actually known but there are some foodstuffs from home that I really miss. So a trip to British food specialist Bramble House in Point Claire, Montreal was bound to be emotional.
|The real stuff - Lyle's Golden Syrup.|
|Lemon barley water - I love you.|
|Come to mommy, you little beauty.|
Similarly I rekindled my love affair with more British fayre - Horlicks (a malted milk drink), McVities digestive biscuits, Soreen fruity malt loaf (a Sunday afternoon staple, covered in butter), walnut whips (where have you been all my life) and Fry's Turkish Delight (covered in chocolate, not for wimps). My friend couldn't resist the charms of a curly wurly, real Scottish oatcakes, Tunnocks wafers and bought a group of French-Canadian colleagues some British treats - wonder what they'll make of them. How DO you say hobnob in French anyway?