This past weekend, a friend and I headed to Quebec City to discover this old gem of a place, with a Euro flair right in North America. Charming,magical,friendly and EXPENSIVE a place....just like some places in Europe!
The harbour front in Quebec City boasts beautiful catamarans, sail boats and motor boats, with happy folks sipping and noshing on yummy treats while basking away, staring at the architectural backdrop of Old Quebec.
A good life, indeed.
My friend and I meandered the walk ways, passing street buskers, entertainers and live bands. One zone had some semblance of a beer garden in Munich, though tall trees and wooded trails were MIA. We both sat down and decided to enjoy this band playing tunes of Jack Johnson.
Now how does my poor Kippy fit into all this?
My friend, who is a take charge kind of guy and fully aware of my Kosher, granted loose dietary laws, says "how about I go inside the tent and pick us some treats to eat?"
Being a control freak, especially when it comes to my nutritional intake, I allowed him to run off and "surprise me". He walked away while chiming "don't worry, I know...no pork or ham or bacon".
Upon his return, he handed me a plate with what seemed like a "kebab wrap". I was somewhat touched, as I thought he had my Middle Eastern heritage in mind, kebabs and all, that is.
He dove right into his wrap while I kept staring at mine.
I smelled it, and discovered the scent was unusual.
I stared at it some more and asked "so what is this?".
He quickly answered, in between bites, "just eat it".
Being a bad listener, I kept staring at it.
Then I nagged him "you sure it's not pork or something, cuz it sure don't look like beef or chicken?"
With a full mouth, my friend mumbled "it's kangaroo!"
This time, I stared right at him, with the full notion that he enjoys yanking my chain.
I smiled and said "very funny".
Then, bravely, I took a bite of my mystery wrap and tasted the dry, chewy concoction.
Vile!!! No other words to describe it.
Politely I thanked him, handed him the sandwich which he happily ate.
As I was heading back to the tent, he said to me "don't forget to stop by the kangaroo station". I responded with a "ha ha"!
Once inside the tent, I saw many food stalls. One had wild boar sausages, one had deer meet sausages...
Low and behold there was KIPPY, the poor Kanga.
Roo was most likely in my previous wrap.
I found myself hopping back to my table, with empty hands and stunned-rounded eyes, mostly in disbelief that I tasted POOR KIPPY and wondering how does KIPPY fit into my poor KOSHER map! Should I ask my Rabbi? Should I email him my question?
My friend, on the other hand, happily sported his cynical smile!
Does Kippy have hooves? (Kosherly speaking, of course)
