My Mom’s Cretons (Aka Gorton) and Tourtiere The aroma of my mother’s Cretons simmering on the stove is a sense memory so powerful it transports me instantly back to my childhood kitchen. Snow would be falling outside, the windowpane frosted over, and inside, the air was thick with the savory scent of pork, spices, and … Read more
Pork Scrap – Pork Guton – Cretons à L’ancienne The memory is as vivid as the scent of simmering spices: Christmas Eve at my grandmother’s. A crackling fire in the hearth, carols playing softly, and the unmistakable aroma of cretons wafting from the kitchen. Not just any cretons, mind you, but her cretons. Spread thick … Read more
Mom’s French Canadian Cretons: A Culinary Hug from Home The aroma alone transports me back to my childhood – crisp autumn air, the crackling fireplace, and the savory scent of my mother’s cretons simmering on the stove. It wasn’t just a breakfast spread; it was a symbol of home, of love, and of the comforting … Read more