tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post109958597708646494..comments2024-03-28T21:22:17.322-04:00Comments on The AC is On: Bean AmericanAnvilcloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1115605939812753372005-05-08T22:32:00.000-04:002005-05-08T22:32:00.000-04:00I may not have learned about vinegar on fries if m...I may not have learned about vinegar on fries if my husband had not spent some time in canada and even he did not tell me about them til my youngest told me some of her canadian college friends told her about it and she started doing it. I love it now. Malt vinegar goes on my fries.<BR/><BR/>I have met some wonderful canadian people and I can tell you all I have met are very laid back and friendly......except the the one I met from quebec. She was nice but her husband was from what she referred to as the Language police and he did not want her corresponding to me in English. This was in the early nineties and we had been tape pals for several years. Till he found out...Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02905275594750828620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1106778709736301242005-01-26T17:31:00.000-05:002005-01-26T17:31:00.000-05:00We also eat chocolate bars and drink pop in the UK...We also eat chocolate bars and drink pop in the UK. I am trying to teach my better half, who is Dutch, the difference between English and US English. Time after time I am beaten back by American TV programmes and their influence on future European pronuciation and usage of the English language. Of course Europe has a choice whether to say effectiveness or effectivity, cookie or cake and Errrbs or herbs. We have local disputes over the pronunciation of the simple scone here in Yorkshire. Where I live we say scone as in stone, but 20 km up the road they say scone as in gone and even say stone as in gone. Sometimes their scons are as hard as stons!Mickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03685325972013472532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1102151759538415032004-12-04T04:15:00.000-05:002004-12-04T04:15:00.000-05:00*light bulb* That's why I haven't been able to fi...*light bulb* That's why I haven't been able to find pinto beans! It figures that your post comes along to enlighten me when I only have three weeks left here. ;c)<br /><br />By the way, Edvardicus - Canadian literature is also some of the best in the French-speaking world (I'm thinking Michel Tremblay and Gaetan Soucy here at the moment). Vive le bilinguisme [officiel] - another difference between here (Montreal) and home (Boston/L.A.). *grin*<br /><br />-Nassira<br />http://www.livejournal.com/users/maeveenrouteAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1099713733288574392004-11-05T23:02:00.000-05:002004-11-05T23:02:00.000-05:00Great post and oh so true. Amazing how the same th...Great post and oh so true. Amazing how the same things seem to be divided by the border. Another few I can think of are frankfurters and hotdogs or pancakes and flapjacks. Glad to hear the chili worked out.<br /><br />Martin<br />htto://martin.eclecticblogs.caAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1099710858609619592004-11-05T22:14:00.000-05:002004-11-05T22:14:00.000-05:00Oh, please tell me that you had poutine. One must ...Oh, please tell me that you had poutine. One must have poutine from Quebec at least once in one's life. Poutine would have been a fine example for my blog, or do you have that dish there now?<br /><br />You know? One comment that I was going to put in my blog is that Americans should get out more often --- as in out of the country. I think that you guys, with your views, are rather proof that travel is, indeed, broadening. I guess that's no great revelation, but sometimes we need to be reminded of things that we know. I need more and more reminidng as time goes on.Anvilcloudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1099708962687091272004-11-05T21:42:00.000-05:002004-11-05T21:42:00.000-05:00Edvardicus: oh you must be wrong. Didn't you hear ...Edvardicus: oh you must be wrong. Didn't you hear Bush claim that he had an absolute mandate to do whatever he wants? That surely must mean at least a 60/40 split. lol<br /><br />EPM: Aren't you glad that places like this still exist? We were in NB several years ago, and I may have gone to that very diner. Loved it.Anvilcloudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1099663894962822492004-11-05T09:11:00.000-05:002004-11-05T09:11:00.000-05:00On a recent sojourn in New Brunswick on our way to...On a recent sojourn in New Brunswick on our way to Cape Breton, my wife, daughter and I stopped at a little diner for a small supper. <br /><br />As soon as I stepped through the door I was thrown back in time some thirty years. The waitress with in her hairnet and slightly dingy, ill-fitting pink uniform. The pensioners, he in a workshirt, Dickies and boots and she in a simple blue dress and white crocheted sweater who's buttons I'm sure couldn't be mated to their holes across her broad granny boosom. The fading photos of proud sportsmen posing with their quarry of fish and deer. And finding the non-smoking section was much a possibility as finding a gravity free zone.<br /><br />The menu was the sandard diner fare of fried foods and sandwiches, and I easilly went with the fish and chips right away. My daughter, being sixteen and far more health conscious than I, went for the turkey sandwich with cheese. <br /><br />Now, I don't think of us as terribly cosmopolitan family, but it turns out we have been spoiled by our own prosperity. As with your beans example, we have to have choices, varieties of everything, from beans, to tomatoes, to cheese. So Dorothy, in her naive ignorance of simplicity, couldn't decide what kind of cheese she wanted on her sandwich: should she have Swiss, or mozarella... or maybe a nice sharp provalone. Faced with this maddening decision she turned to the waitress and asked, "What kind of cheese do you have?"<br /><br />The waitress looked up from her order pad and paused for a curious and confussed moment, as if not knowing how to answer. She quickly recovered and replied simply: "Sliced."<br /><br />I didn't ask what kind of coffee they had. I'm sure it would be: "Hot"-epmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10290108507107672811noreply@blogger.com