We had a craving for poutine. Oh yes, an awful, wonderful craving for fries smothered in gravy and melted gooey cheese curds. It just crept up on us. But there isn’t a trendy burger joint close by our country place to get take out.
So my ever-industrious Graham went for it. As is often the case with our cooking, we had no recipe, just a general idea of the ingredients and process.
We made two trips. One to the garden for whatever fresh herbs we thought would be useful. The other to Farm Boy (a local grocer in Peterborough) to get some beef ribs as the base of the gravy, some PEI potatoes for the fries and local cheese curds. They were out of beef ribs. No worries. We got T-bone steaks instead.
And then our experiment begins.
Photos: Ben Loughton