A Taste of Canada
January 13, 2013 in Canada
A couple of months ago my sister living in Vancouver Canada phoned me and promptly told me that she and her husband have decided that they will not be coming to Cape Town during December 2012 anymore, but that we will be visiting them, and that she have already booked tickets, I did not complain to much about this, I’m always in the mood for travel, and for new food experiences.
I was also told that the holidays will not be all about food, it’s about family, I said yes, I understand. I knew that when ever my sister and I are together it is mostly about food, and neither her husband nor my wife is very far behind, so saying yes was quite easy.
I asked a couple of Canadians what is typical Canadian food, apparently not such a easy question to answer, except for their venison (which I could not find anywhere in a butchery, all the venison where from New Zealand) and salmon and maple syrup very few things came up, but because of all the different influences they have wonderful food shops and restaurants, and there is almost nothing (except Canadian Moose) you can not find there, even real biltong and dried sausage. There is one thing very Canadian however, French fries with curd cheese and brown gravy, called poutine, very interesting way of having fries indeed.
My first lunch was a pulled pork sandwich, something that I might have quite regular in my own home from now on. My best meal was the black cod my brother in law cooked on top of his lava rock on his gas braai in -1°C. We had a marvelous piece of Bison one evening, and I can still taste the bouillabaisse I had on top of Whistler Mountain with temperatures dropping to -10°C outside. We cooked real (according to North American standards) chilly for our hot dogs and had turkey for Christmas, smoked a brisket for 8 hours and had the most wonderfully tender short rib, then there was the soft shell crab and the pecan duck from T&T, the Chinese supermarket where some of the fish are kept in tanks so you can choose it right out of the tanks, fresher you can’t get, and I almost forgot to mention the rabbit, and the visit to Granville Market, and Book for Cooks, a bookshop filled with only cookbooks.
Over the next couple of weeks, I will post recipes of some of the food that we cooked there, or my recreation of it here in my Cape Town kitchen, until then….