Cuisine noire

Well, it's official, it's a siege. Or an insurrection. Or something. We're deep in the doggy-doo-doo whichever way you look at it. And not only that, it appears we're led by politicians who are being inspired by Europe. 

So as Ottawacker Jr. was out at his football, still bemasked thank God, Mrs. Ottawacker decided to do some cooking in the half-light penumbra to see if there is a bit of light shining in this gloomy and oppressive place we call Canada. 

As the polished turd Pierre Poilièvre applauds lawlessness and calls the Nazi-flag-waving, QAnon-loving, conspiracy-theorist arseholes downtown "heroes", and simultaneously throws his hat into the ring to become leader of the federal Conservatives - these days Nero has to be acclaimed and elected - people scratch their heads to think of a worse outcome for the country, the battle lines have become clear. Canada's Conservative party is entering the same battle for its soul that Britain underwent in 2015. That led to Brexit, increased austerity, massive public unrest, a mendacious Prime Minister and the world's second-worst Covid response (or is it third, I never hear about Brazil these days). God knows where it will lead in Canada.

But while Ottawacker Jr. played soccer and I opened a bottle of wine, we sat and cooked and, well, just sighed.