Like most people in this country, I was swept up in a patriotic fervour the other day when shopping. It was Thursday B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·“ seniors 10 per cent off, hooray B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·“ and I was determined to seek out Canadian products. It turned out to be more difficult than I thought.
In the soup section, I looked around for a Canadian can but was faced with a wall of American soups with scarcely a local name to be seen. I was horrified, no Canadian products from anywhere. But, wait a moment, just about at ankle level there were a few cans of an unfamiliar name. Where from? The name was Sprague and it was from Bowmanville, Ont. Bingo!
I bought two cans, tomato and a Tuscan medley. IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™m happy to record that both were excellent, especially the Tuscan. So folks, when shopping for soups donB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t be vague, ask for Sprague. Your patriotic tongue will love you.
Fred Whittaker
Sooke