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That is if you know Canadians at all. One is Poutine, that delicious dish of crisp chips and squeaky cheese curds, smothered in hot gravy.  Another is Maple Syrup.  I swear our veins run with maple syrup, not blood.   Peameal Bacon, lean, juicy and rolled in cornmeal. Montreal Smoked Meat sandwiches. Quebec Pea Soup, made with whole yellow peas. Molasses cookies.  Beaver Tails.  Lobster Rolls from the Maritimes and their infamous fish chowder.  Nanaimo Bars, three layers of non-baked heaven,  and the Piece de la Resistance . . .  Butter Tarts.   It is impossible to be a Canadian...

Back in the late 1970's when I was a very young Bride with two small children we lived in Calgary, Alberta for a while, and the later on near Edmonton in a small town called Stony Plain.  We were friends with a lovely family, the McNevins.  Their son had been a soldier in my ex husband's Infantry Platoon, having gone through basic training together.    These people were the salt of the earth and so very kind to me.  I was thousands of miles away from my own family, with little or no support, with a husband who was often...