"Canadian," you say?

International dinner tonight, free with "traditional national dish". Yeah, okay. Which nation? Whose tradition?

We were going to wuss out, just show up for the DJ and Slovenian dancers, but I've just gotten some weird kinda compunction to try to make something Québecois on our wee little two burner stove top. We've only got 3 hours until the damn thing starts and I've never made sucre à la crème before, but hell, we all need a challenge (and, in all probability, a small fire and the persistant smell of burnt sugar) in our lives.

Okay, scratch that...I just looked at the time and did some proper calculations.

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