This year my wandering soul led me to Quebec. It’s like visiting France without crossing the Atlantic. I ate macarons, drank wine, and butchered the French language for an entire week. The summers are bright and mild. I cannot imagine what the winters are like.
Let’s talk about the food.
I discovered a specialty in Quebec called Tarte Au Sucre a la Sugar Pie.
Like my usual obsessive nature I’m determined to recreate it considering that I don’t have Canadian maple butter. The only problem is eating the few rejects and eventual success.