Showing posts with label poutine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poutine. Show all posts

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Poutine


My poutine. 

I've been back in Australia for over a week now. I've been to the beach, eaten Oporto, heard the kookaburras and gotten seriously sunburnt. Now I'm missing Canada. And when I say I'm missing Canada, what I really mean is, I'm missing poutine.

This delicacy of hot chips, gravy and cheese curds was my favourite thing about Canada. I was desperate to bring it back to Australia with me. The chips aren't a problem. Hot chips, or 'fries' as they are known over there, are similar enough. The only difference would be that a lot of the fries used for poutine are double fried (genius right?). The gravy isn't so hard either. Most poutineries use powder for their gravy, so my last day in Canada was spent buying every type of powdered gravy I could find. The cheese curds are the problem.

I spent hours researching where to get cheese curds in Australia, but alas, none exist. I've read discussion after discussion, posted by poor Canadians who have found themselves out in the big, bad world, without poutine. The most responses recommend finding substitute cheeses, the most common being mozzarella. Although the texture of mozzarella is probably the closest, the flavour doesn't quite cut it, thus haloumi is often mentioned. A number of other curd like cheeses are said to be substitutes; cottage cheese, paneer, quark, queso blanco. Any self respecting poutine lover knows, none of these are going to cut it.

I found some places you can buy it online in America, but they don't ship internationally. I toyed with the idea of sending it to someone in the US and getting them to send it to me. However, it was going to work out about $80 for 100g of cheese curds. Not only that, but the chances of a) it surviving the trip and b) getting it through customs, seemed slim to none.

The other day I had a brainwave; what if I could make cheese curds. I would like to thank the Internet once again for knowing absolutely everything. I found an article entitled 'How to make cheese curds for poutine'.

My dear friend Lynne was up for the challenge. Although she had never tried poutine, she has been fascinated with the concept ever since I described it to her.

We spent 4 hours making cheese curds, researching dairy of laws of Canada vs. Australia and trying to figure out why on earth we can't get cheese curds here.

I think we got to the bottom of it. Australian agricultural laws are insanely strict. Raw (unpasteurized) milk and all raw milk dairy products are illegal in Australia. I'm talking people sell this stuff on the black market, it's so hard to come by. The only way I found to buy raw milk legitimately in Australia, was if it was being sold as a bath milk, and costs about $40 a litre. Not ideal. Raw milk is also illegal in Canada, so how come they get away with having these delicious cheeses? Well it turns out Canada permits the sale of raw milk cheeses that are aged over 60 days, and in 2009, the province of Quebec modified regulations to allow raw milk cheeses aged less than 60 days to be sold. This may or may not have anything to do with why we don't have cheese curds here. I just wanted to show y'all how much I learnt about dairy regulations.

So how did the home made cheese curds go? Surprisingly well actually. It had a nice flavour, and was wonderfully fresh. The texture was a bit too creamy, it didn't have that squeakiness that is so important. I think this was a combination of not letting the curd refrigerate for long enough and not using raw milk.

Next we made the gravy, pretty simple using the powder I'd bought from Canada. We put the hot gravy in a thermos, the cheese curds in a plastic bag and headed to the shops to hunt down some appropriate chips.

We ordered large chips from a fish and chip shop in the food court, and asked them to fry them a little longer than usual. They looked perfect. We carefully constructed our poutine, trying to ignore the strange looks from people walking by. The poutine was delicious. 5 hours well spent.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Top 10 Canada


10. 'Eh!'

It's no stereotype, they really do say it a lot here. It's said to be a politeness marker, making regular statements into questions, as a way of seeking agreement.

Examples
1. I need my toque* before I go out on my skidoo, eh?
2. Don't suck maple syrup out of the tree, a bear might attack you, eh?

*'Toque' - Canadian term for beanie

9. Quebec

Canadians everywhere just started throwing things at their computers. The rebel child of Canada is hated by a lot of Canadians because they want to separate from Canada, but keep all their government funding. Frankly, I don't care. The Quebecois drink more, smoke more, work less and have more sex. They are a confusing mix of French arrogance and Canadian politeness. Quebec has better food, better beer and better coffee. And that's why it's on my list.

8. Tim Hortons

Named after a dead hockey player, this coffee shop is EVERYWHERE! Every product of Tim Hortons is a Canadian rite of passage.

I was talking to a Nova Scotian about Tim Hortons recently.
"Have you tried Tim Hortons?" he asked me
"Yeah"
"Have you tried the donuts?"
"Yes"
"The Canadian maple one?"
"Yes"
"How about the maple dip?"
"Yes"
"Have you tried Timbits? You've gotta try Timbits?"
"Yeh, I love Timbits!"
"The chilli?"
"Yep"
"The chicken wrap?"
"Yeah, I've had the chicken wrap."
"An ice cap?"
"No, actually I haven't tried an ice cap"
"WHAT??? You haven't tried an ice cap???? Oh, you HAVE to try an ice cap!!"

2 minutes later we were in a Tim Hortons,
"Hello" he said to the boy behind the counter " I need a large ice cap supreme with an extra shot of chocolate. This girl is from Australia and she's NEVER had an ice cap."
Shocked looks from the workers at Tim Hortons. "We'll make i very special" the boy said earnestly.
3 Tim Hortons employees worked together to create this master piece pictured above.

7. Winter

Haha. No. just kidding.

7. Flip Cup

I like drinking, but I'm not the biggest fan of drinking games. That was until I discovered flip cup. A relay based drinking tournament, this 'game' gets pretty competitive. You might forget everything about the night, but you'll still remember if someone cheated at flip cup.

6.Maritime Hospitality

That's Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island and Newfoundland and Labrador. I'm leaving out New Brunswick. Not that they weren't nice; it was just more of a ' don't stay in the park after dark or you might get raped' kind of hospitality.

The rest of the Maritimers were ridiculous. I couldn't go anywhere without being invited to stay at someone's house (or their cousins), offers to drive me wherever, to feed me etc. The only time I ever saw cars honk was if they saw someone they knew.

5. Kitchener-Waterloo

Canadians may be scratching their heads at this one. It's kind of like saying Bathurst is your favourite place in Australia. Most people think it's OK, but nothing to write home about. Well I'm writing home about K-W. I love it, and I don't need a reason.

4. Ice Skating

I've always considered myself a decent skater (by Australian standards at least). The first time I went skating in downtown Kingston, someone asked me if I knew how to stop.
"Pfft. Of course I know how to stop. I'm not THAT bad."

Then I realised the outdoor rink had no walls to crash into. And that's when I discovered I had no idea how to stop.

Nonetheless, I loved ice skating. I carried my $7 skates with me wherever I went, even if it meant my school books would no longer fit in my bag.

3. Vancouver 2010

Yeah I went. It took me 76 hours by bus to get there, but it was worth it. It was worth it the second I got off the bus and saw the streets buzzing with people high fiving each other and singing 'O Canada'.

Canada put on a great show, even though they are not exactly the most competitive country in the world. I was near a Canadian and an American watching the first Canada vs. USA hockey game (the one Canada lost). 20 minutes into it, the Canadian turned to the American and said "Wow this game is so intense, eh? I'm so into it, it's taken me this long to introduce myself". O Canada.

Special thanks to my mate B for making my Olympic experience the greatest of all time.

2. Queen's Bands

This one isn't in the Lonely Planet, but this club made my year. This 100 piece kilt-wearing, pipe-playing, beer-guzzling, whisky-skulling, tiger-skin-lovin', hotel-destroying, football-heckling, Christmas-parading, liver-wrecking, reggi-checking, final-count-downing, flip cupping, bus-singing marching band was insane. Insanely awesome!!!!

1. Poutine

I love my family. A lot. They mean the world to me, but if I had to choose between my family and poutine; I'd really have to think about it.

Hot chips sprinkled with cheese curds and covered with gravy. So. Good.

If anyone has any information on where I can find poutine or cheese curds in Australia, please let me know immediately.

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