Cold turkey
The first time i set my eyes on this dish i didn't think much of it. It was at a camping site in a small town in the Beauce area, on the first weekend i was spending with my host family in Canada. The meal was served in a plastic recipient and it looked pretty much like a bunch of fries and an unusual dressing.

Then the sumptous scent of the gravy hit my nostrils. It was love at first smell. The very famous Poutine (poo-teen) served all over the Québec region is my current favourite craving.

I know what you're thinking. It's just a piece of junk food anyway. And you are right. It's unhealthy, it's fried, it's extremely rich: It's delicious. Unlike the other stuff i discovered at a tender age (15), this invention has made an addict of me. The thing is, i haven't had a dose for a good decade and today, in the middle of the afternoon, i realized i was having my first poutine cold turkey.

Now that i find myself writing a four paragraph post on the subject of poutine (!), i wonder whether it's the food i crave, the places and people from that time, or do i simply miss being that age?

(*) Picture originally uploaded here.