It spends most of its time buried safely in the ground away from controversy, challenge and confrontation. And it's mostly harmless. Potatoes should be our national plant. We can cast our calorie-cautious reservations to the wind and bite the spud with the knowledge that we're spitting in the face of the rotundophobes. Forget back bacon, forget Blue, forget maple syrup.
Chips are our provincial provender and our national nosh.
If our politicians really wanted to reach the people, they'd set up chip wagons in small towns and serve their wares with a dose of their policy written on the napkins. Funding cuts and reductions in social services would be accepted more easily if served with gracious portions of ketchup and gravy. Check back again. Click here to go back to my home page . Click here to go back to my Essays index page .