Guinness Poutine for the Soul

French fries and squeaky cheese curds get smothered in a dark Guinness Draught gravy for a poutine that would make any Québécois proud. I think.






Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating of curds and whey;

There came a big spider,

Who sat down beside her,

And frightened Miss Muffet away.


We replaced Miss Muffet’s whey with beer-spiked gravy and added a few french fries. It all works out.


I’m not sure why I’m writing this. Making poutine was Ole’s idea. Still, in marriage it’s strange how those posse...