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Yes Ortho, very Northern Ontario. My dad was French Canadian to boot, so whenever his family came down in the summer we'd all head to the beach, and his sister (who is 93) would make a huge pot of pigs feet right there in front of us-amazing. Once in a while mum would fry up some blood pudding (I tried making it once as an adult, but it ended up in the trash) and one of my brothers walks in and says to my dad 'sewer backed up again?' before they ran him out the back door.
It's true that none of us were overweight, and it was because of the portions. My father got the most, then it went down from there. They always had a huge garden and I assumed that every family had one too. Some of my friends today, don't know what an icicle or slippery jack pickle is. We always asked mum how many jars she had in the cold storage so we could mete them out till the next harvest-yumm
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