The Cayer Guide to Fine Dining

Once on a kindergarten walkabout down Drouillard Road Sister Mary Diane chastised me for shouting “There’s my Daddy’s Vitamins!” as we passed the Brewer’s Retail. But that’s what mom told me. Salt, sugar, lard, beer and tobacco were the five food groups. What a difference from how I raised Dan. He was vegetarian until a chicken drumstick seduced him at my goddaughter’s First Communion dinner. He missed a childhood full of cheese slices, Pop Tarts and roast pork sandwiches, Cap’n Crunch and Uncle Ben’s rice. And my mother’s ever-present Benson and Hedges burning away in the background like French-Canadian incense.