Most Canadian children go through a traditional rite of spring as soon as they can say the word “maple”. Each year in the month of March they are either led by their parents or have to endure some god forsaken field trip to a sugar shack in the middle of the woods. Then one of the culinary miracles of Canada takes place and they are introduced to something called “sugar on snow”.
My father used to delight in making this for us every year using the very snow that the cats had peed on. Years have passed, and spring now means that the Tim Horton’s Maple Double Dip Donut is in season and Canadians rejoice! Anything maple flavored screams Canada and even Trader Joe’s caters to transplanted Canadians in the U.S. by offering mock Maple Leaf Cookies on their shelves.
So it was of great delight to see Denny’s offering up their new "heart attack on a plate" menu of bountiful bacon meals with a hint of maple called "Baconalia". Yes their sacred festival of bacon offers something called: “The Maple Bacon Ice Cream Sundae” and I was gung ho to try it.
As I looked at the Denny’s website I noticed that they were proud sponsors of AARP. I found that quite strange due to the vein clogging menu they serve. Are they are working hand in hand with the government? Every day we hear that the "system" is overloaded so as I looked at their new special of a Hamburger plate with endless pancakes I decided one had to wonder about the whole darn thing. Did they create this new "Baconalia" menu to get rid of the overflowing senior population like myself?
Not really caring, we took our life into our own hands and ordered the Pepper Bacon and Egg Slam. I cannot eat toast due to having celiac disease so I promptly opened a small packet of grape jelly to put over my eggs while watching raised eyebrows around me. I looked at Steve as he shook his head and I said,
“And your problem is?”
The waitress assured me when she brought my sundae that we would be very pleased. I secretly thought that I might not make it to dessert and they might have to Medevac me out of there. But I succeeded and the sundae was presented with two large spoons and loads of napkins.
They use real maple syrup and the savory/sweet mix is wonderful - that's if you are able to grab some for yourself. That’s right; “Mr. we don’t need a damn free coupon for an extra one!” was sucking it down not missing a beat even as I filmed the video. What I did actually enjoy was great and I thought that finally some innovator with a six figure income had done something right.
I waddled into the car and thought of how much the maple flavour reminded me of my childhood. We would sabotage some of the silver sap buckets with shots of Pepsi Cola and scream with delight! Nothing like mischievous Canadian kids wanting to piss people off!
When we got home, I walked into the loft and smelled the air. I promptly said,
“Good Lord, we both smell like bacon!”
And so begins a new tradition...
Text and images: Linda Seccaspina 2011
The Eating of the Sundae- take 1
The Eating of the Sundae take 2
Poetry reading- "Caught" by Cindy Prochnow