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How about that. I always thought he had brown eyes.
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How about that. I always thought he had brown eyes.
Taken on Wellington Street.
Sorry if this photo isn’t Canadian enough for you.
Sorry if my sorry isn’t Canadian enough for you.
This was taken at the cottage in Pike Lake, 15 km from Perth. You let me know if this isn’t Ontario enough for you.
Okay, I think maybe that’ll do 'er.
Clearly Canadian, because the cookbook title is missing the words “hot dish.”
This morning I learned Allan MacEachen is actually NOT immortal.
I collect cookbooks… especially vintage community cookbooks…
if you ever want to give that to a loving home I’m here for you!
I collect them too! Especially '40s-'60s Supermarket or Butcher imprinted ones. Here’s one I’m asking dibs on.
Found this one too, but it’s not Canadian by any stretch of the imagination. It does have a high resale value, and I’ve traanscribed the Cabbage-Walnut Salad and the Peach-Sherry Pie recipes from it:
I have this one from Dominion! It’s not terribly international, despite the title, but if you ignore the authenticity factor the recipes are pretty good.
(Also, don’t read the colour text. The colour text for each ethnicity/region was cringe-worthy even in the mid-80s when this was published. It has not aged well.)
Do you have this one?
Not just a cookbook, it’s full of handy tips for you ladies (in 1959! I come from another world):
And you can order your own copy:
Anything with “Nepean” in the authors’ byline is mercifully not Toronto enough at all.
Even Nepeanians (Nepeanites? Nepeons?) can aspire to Torontohood if they truly believe.
Reminds me of my mum coaching my grandfather in the car on the way to the States when I was a kid:
“Just say you’re from ‘near Toronto’. Nobody knows where the hell Ballinafad is.”
I do.
Now.
Very not Canadian, but as long as we’re sharing old cookbooks, this is my oldest. My mom’s sister gave it to me, presumably she picked it up at a Minneapolis garage sale.
I’m crossing the streams!!
For one… army?
Single != sad. Single often means one has escaped from something way sadder. Happily coupled people think that because first they were single and then they were coupled and happier. But people can be coupled and in absolute hell too. Single can be brilliant in comparison.
Stephen King has a good line about it, something like “but she had a job and a house and her dog, and that was enough.”
“Not if you’re nuking your steaks, I can’t.”
Okay, I agree one can be quite happy alone.
That said, this video never fails to crack me up:
Something to show the next time someone gets too wrapped up in the “Canadians are nice” stereotype:
On Greer Garson Day on TCM last month, which meant it was also sort of Walter Pidgeon Day, they aired “Scandal at Scourie”. I’m wondering - how’s the Catholic/Protestant situation these days in Canada? Is it purely religious, or is it partly Frog vs. Limey? (I’m descended from both, and enjoy using racial slurs against my own, LOL - I dunno why, but it just tickles me! Does that mean I’m part Kermit?)