I've always enjoyed visiting Canada. Mostly in touch with the older generation there but can vouch for their
superb quite good cake recipes. Especially lemon meringue flans and well nutted fruit cakes. Certainly better than those English weird candy bars you've never heard of
deep fried in batter (you read that correctly) served with "mushy peas" and a pickled onion. I say pickled onion but it's more like an eyeball soaked with industrial solvents.
Now, even when taking Christmas presents to the retirement village, I'd better watch out. Lemon flan with Moroccan "honey" oil? Slobbered all over with whipped cream who'd notice the difference? And once you've infused the fruit cake with brandy, port & sherry would you notice lumps of Himalayan resin? No. You wouldn't. And what exactly is in that teapot?
Now I do maintain contact with my Canadian friends, chatting by 'phone now and then. And from what I've heard the antics are not the sort of thing I'd want to hear coming out of
my radio!
Unfortunately it's probably best to add this to my list of countries beginning with "The Former" or containing the word "Democratic" - oh yes, or "The People's" - which is sad. Once we shared a King.