Poutine is a wonderful and blessed thing that is truly lacking in my life at the moment.  I miss all the wonderful, unhealthy, messiness that is poutine.  There are a few spots in Seoul where you can find it (I’d personally recommend Yaletown in Sinchon) but I have a feeling it’ll taste even better on Canadian soil.  If I was flown home right now, eating poutine would be privileged above all other activities.  My apologies to my friends and family for that last comment, but honestly I’d walk over most of you to get to a quality plate of poutine right now (this may be influenced by the fact that I haven’t eaten in almost 2 and a half hours [can you imagine?]. This post is an Oh, Canada post.  As a Canadian, I think our nation has many things to celebrate; universal healthcare, marriage equality, subsidized post secondary education just to name a few.  Similarly, there are many things about Canada that, living abroad, I really miss.  There are some more poignant qualities of Canadian life that I miss and hope to one day have the courage to write about. However, for now I’d like to stick to something near and dear to my heart: unhealthy food, my obsession with food, and all the Jennifer Anniston spinsteresque qualities that accompany said obsession with most things deep fried.

Poutine is a wonderful and blessed thing that is truly lacking in my life at the moment.  I miss all the wonderful, unhealthy, messiness that is poutine.  There are a few spots in Seoul where you can find it (I’d personally recommend Yaletown in Sinchon) but I have a feeling it’ll taste even better on Canadian soil.  If I was flown home right now, eating poutine would be privileged above all other activities.  My apologies to my friends and family for that last comment, but honestly I’d walk over most of you to get to a quality plate of poutine right now (this may be influenced by the fact that I haven’t eaten in almost 2 and a half hours [can you imagine?].

This post is an Oh, Canada post.  As a Canadian, I think our nation has many things to celebrate; universal healthcare, marriage equality, subsidized post secondary education just to name a few.  Similarly, there are many things about Canada that, living abroad, I really miss.  There are some more poignant qualities of Canadian life that I miss and hope to one day have the courage to write about. However, for now I’d like to stick to something near and dear to my heart: unhealthy food, my obsession with food, and all the Jennifer Anniston spinsteresque qualities that accompany said obsession with most things deep fried.