Friday, June 28, 2013

I made a personal discovery when we were in Quebec City and it's called cheese curds. Cheese curds are the potato chips, make that the pork rinds, of a French Canadian dairy aisle, because they're salty and addictive. They are usually sold allsqueezedtogether in bags, and are irregularly shaped -- each one about the size of an in-the-shell peanut.  Also this: they have a slightly rubbery texture and they squeak when you eat them, which is a completely unboring gift that snack foods generally don't offer (mostly, as we all know, they tend to rely on the crunch, which, okay, let's hand it to them, never gets old). Here is an image (which is a fancy, cool way of saying "picture") of a guy making them:


First of all, why does this guy look so French?
Second of all, is anyone else as turned on as I am?


3 comments:

  1. Squeaky curds! So much better by themselves than on the horror that is poutine.

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  2. Mary you ignorant slut! Read my blogpost on the wonders of poutine published just a few hours after this blasphemous rant. Now what will I have for dinner!

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