No, it’s bacon.
It’s not really Canadian Canadian bacon (which is, actually, back bacon) but American Canadian bacon (which was invented by McDonald’s).
I brought up the subject once with a Canadian friend and he dropped his head, shaking it slowly back and forth. Like the stereotypical Canadian, this fellow was polite and generally good-natured.
“That’s not bacon,” he sighed.
I’d seldom seen him so peeved as he was over this perceived sullying of the good name of Canadian cured meats.
I was moved by the fact that the rarely witnessed state of agitation had not been brought about by politics or religion, finance or romance, but bacon.
I doubt I had ever respected him more.
But, several weeks ago on the weekly trip for foodstuff, a yellow sale tag in the meat section of the store lured me like a siren’s song to Canadian bacon.
I’d never purchased Canadian bacon though I had enjoyed it on Egg McMuffins.
Now, I’m hooked.
No, it’s not bacon, but it is meat, enchanting stuff blurring the line between ham and strip bacon.
It isn’t the greasy chore to make like strip bacon is and it is the perfect size for an English muffin.
It’s pretty damned wonderous stuff.
(even Paloma, often a reluctant carnivore, is smitten)
Here four slightly random songs from Canadian acts…
Rush – The Body Electric
from Grace Under Pressure (1984)
By 1984, I’d begun to spend most of my radio time listening to album rock stations, of which I had a pick of perhaps half a dozen in our swath of the Midwest depending on the reception.
(if conditions were favorable – usually at night – I’d try to pull in the modern rock of 97X, instead)
So, I was hearing a lot of Rush, particularly their more-accessible, synthesizer-laden albums of the time like Moving Pictures, Signals and Grace Under Pressure. Sure, the stoners in band were most passionate about the band, but Rush was held in high regard by most of my high school classmates.
Though not essential Rush, the galloping The Body Electric had an android on the lam, binary code for a chorus, and a reference to a work by Ray Bradbury, making for a pretty groovy mix.
I Mother Earth – So Gently We Go (acoustic)
from So Gently We Go single (1994)
The Toronto-based foursome I Mother Earth will forever be, to me, one of the great lost bands of the ’90s and one that served as an introduction to me on the harsh realties of the music industry.
With a sound that fused elements of then-current bands like Jane’s Addiction and Sound Garden with Pink Floyd and Santana, I Mother Earth was also one of the most ferocious live acts I’ve ever seen.
(I think I tested Paloma’s patience when I obssessed over the band for a few weeks recently)
So Gently We Go appeared on the band’s 1993 debut Dig and here in a stripped-down version here that highlights a trippy stoner vibe that was often present in their music.
Kim Mitchell – Go For Soda
from Akimbo Alogo (1984)
Guitarist Kim Mitchell has apparently had a long and successful career in his native Canada, but the only thing I’ve ever heard is Go For Soda, a minor hit here in the States.
My friends and and I dug the song and it inspired a game we played often our senior year of high school. If we decided to “Go for soda,” the object was to leave school grounds, get to the Kroger supermarket (it was the closest food), and return in time to attend our next class with a bag full of snacks.
We had ten minutes
The Pursuit Of Happiness – I’m An Adult Now
from Love Junk (1990)
I was still in college when I first heard I’m An Adult Now and was greatly amused by the humorous take on growing up. It’s still a pile-driving, power-pop tour de force (produced by Todd Rundgren) that I adore, but the humour is a bit more gallows in nature now.