Poutine is my favorite dish. Maybe because it goes so well with or after a few beers. Maybe is because it was the first thing I learnt to cook in college, or maybe because it’s so bad it’s good, I don’t know, but I’ve always had the Poutine bug for many years and haven’t been able to shake it.
For those of you that don’t know Poutine is a traditional Canadian dish that started in Quebec. Essentially it consists of french fries topped with gravy and cheese curds (mouth watering?) If you grew up in Canada you have had this dish at least once, and if you are me you eat this dish far more than you should.
What I love about it is the dish is so simple, it gives you room to be creative. Why not go with one of my mantra’s: “Add Canadian bacon to everything” or literally spice it up, with some jalapenos, with Poutine, the sky’s the limit!
Yesterday I called Eric and asked him if he was up for some homemade Poutine to which he replied “You had me at homemade, I’m on my way” When Eric arrived we spent most of our time talking about how different cooking smells link to different memories.
Poutine reminded him of his dad and all the Hockey games they went to in his youth, for me the smell reminded me of the amusement park food trucks and how the smell of candy mixed with Poutine would leave you dizzy with joy.
We watched Hockey, had a few beers and had some Poutine, for those that are uninitiated nothing does better with Poutine than some Hockey and beer. This time around I decided to add Canadian bacon a dash of nutmeg (trust me) and some chilli on the side. It was so good Eric and I had two helpings and sported what we call “Poutine baby bumps” for the rest of the evening.