Nova Scotia, the maritimes: A place of history and of wilderness
I checked into a hostel when I arrived in Halifax, grabbed some gravy, cheese curd french fries proudly known as putine here in Canada, sunk a 14oz of Alexander Keith’s IPA and hit the sack. (I’ll have to dedicate a seperate post dedicated to the IPA beer and the Putine fries.) With a belly full of grease and a head full of Canadian adventures to come, I slept like a stone.
When I awoke in the morning I knew that it was time to explore the supermarket for some breakfast. On the way, I ran into the man of Halifax himself, the founder, Edward Cornwallis in all his bronze splendor:
The foreigness of the Nova Scotian supermarket was not too alarming, save these sacks of milk…!
I didn’t puzzle long over these milk pouches and moved on but there I was, again faced by another strange thing- what on earth are these?
I reckon you are paying attention but I’ll elaborate: You will be hard pressed to find better prices anywhere in the world. (Unless you talk to a fisherman or dive for em’ off the bay yourself!)
Here is the menu I created for my breakfast sup: Bacon Lobster Loaf with cheddar, garlic butter sauce and a side of boiled and lightly salted Fiddleheads. Lets take a look at the prep and the cooking on part 2(soon to come.)