By now I was ready to see the world again. So crummy weather aside we ventured forth and explored a specialty store that caters to the hillbilly's of the Maritime region. More commonly know as Newfoundlanders. From all of our observations they seem to be the Irish equivalent of the Hatfields and McCoys fighting over a patch of dirt and rock that most folks would have left to the sea gods.
Since St. Patrick's day was coming up we wanted a great corned beef and cabbage dinner. We were directed to the Newfoundland Store in town with the promises of "The best boiled dinner around". Once we puzzled out that boiled dinner was the same as corned beef just with turnips added we headed over for a taste of another province. As a precursor to the photos below, the store was spotless, the family that ran it was wonderful and I would go back in a heartbeat for more of their local items (especially the birch beer soda!):
Since St. Patrick's day was coming up we wanted a great corned beef and cabbage dinner. We were directed to the Newfoundland Store in town with the promises of "The best boiled dinner around". Once we puzzled out that boiled dinner was the same as corned beef just with turnips added we headed over for a taste of another province. As a precursor to the photos below, the store was spotless, the family that ran it was wonderful and I would go back in a heartbeat for more of their local items (especially the birch beer soda!):
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| The store is in the middle of a residential neighborhood. |
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| Yep, that's a pole with a hook attached so you can pull out and inspect the salt beef in a refrigerated room. |
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| Newfies love their taffy candy. |
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| Every sign was hand stenciled...but it still did not entice us to try cod cheeks. |
I sure felt like I was on the east coast when St. Patrick's Day hit. By 8 am bars were open, folks were on the streets drinking, singing, eating and the weather didn't bother them a bit. A person made sure they were wearing green before heading out the door. Goose and I have been looking for a Gaelic language teacher but finding one with an opening and an evening schedule that is in town has been rough. If we headed to Cape Breton we could walk into local stores and learn. On the southern end of the province it's not as prevalent, much to our sadness.
We're still waiting for some warm sunshine. The snow is melting off and the rain is coming in full force. Below is a glimpse of that burning ball in the sky that folks keep telling us about, but I'm more inclined to believe it's just a myth. So for now we keep going to work and waiting for the infamous spring to arrive.
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