I moved into Toronto’s Little Portugal neighbourhood in the autumn of 1985. My neighbours became friends and their generosity soon burdened/ blessed my fridge and pantry. Gifts from their gardens and grape vines, and bottles of their vicious homemade wines, made their way from their home to mine. I’d send over chocolate chip cookies, by way of thanks, which always seemed to puzzle them.
The heart of the Portuguese community in Montreal is still found in a few square blocks from avenue des Pins to rue Marie-Anne… (click on cover image to continue reading)