The same can be said for all other locations within this broad and lusty land. Canada is more than a place, more than a name, more than an idea. It is a people, a dream, a season of the heart. It is maple syrup and hockey, igloos and oil wells, fiddleheads and lobster traps, the Mountie and John Candy, the Arctic Circle and Point Pelee, Edmonton Mall and Notre Dame Cathedral, Banting and Best and Alexander Graham Bell, Gaelic and Iroquois, Gaspe and Vancouver Island. It is tourtiere and L'Acadie, Carnival and St. Jean Baptiste, the Calgary Stampede and the Highland Games, perogies and borscht, wontons and Sechuan, Canadian Club and Moosehead Beer, church and mosque and temple, Mount Allison U and U of Alberta, the Klondike Gold Rush and Churchill Falls.
Oddities abound here from caost to coast.
Brown bread is wholewheat in Ontario but a whole other thing in the Maritimes where it is an oatmeal and molasses bread served with the ubiquitous Saturday night treat of Baked Beans AND Molasses. In Ontario they like baked beans in tomato sauce. People in the Maritimes and in BC feel sometimes that they live in an abbreviated Canada. Newscasters will speak of Eastern Canada, only for us to discover that they mean Quebec and the Atlantic Provinces have disappeared somewhere. They always feel like the outcome has been decided without them.