Tourtière
Tourtière (French pronunciation: [tuʁ.ˈtjɛʁ], Quebec French : [tuʁ.ˈt͡sjaɛ̯ʁ]; also popularly referred to in Canada in print and in its pronunciation as tortière) is a meat pie originating from Quebec, usually made with finely diced pork, veal or beef. Wild game is often added to enhance the taste of the pie. A traditional part of the Christmas réveillon and New Year's Eve meal in Quebec, it is also sold in grocery stores, across Canada, all year long.
Tourtière is not exclusive to Quebec. It is a traditional French-Canadian dish served by generations of French-Canadian families throughout Canada and the bordering areas of the United States. In the New England region of the U.S., especially in Maine, Rhode Island, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts (e.g., Chicopee and Attleboro), late 19th and early 20th century immigrants from Quebec introduced the dish.
There is no one correct filling; the meat depends on what is regionally available. In coastal areas, fish such as salmon is commonly used, whereas pork, beef, rabbit and game are often included inland. The name derives from the vessel in which it was originally cooked, a tourtière.
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Walkin' Shoes
by: Tora ToraOh yeah aaallriiiight now
I've been up half the night
Tryin' to find out
Where this windin' road
Is goin' to lead me to
My little lady comin' home so late
She left me feelin' blue
She's been screamin' and cryin'
Every step of the way
And now it's what you hear me say
There's a thousand of other places
That I'd rather be
I've been checkin' on all the ?
That you see
I'm puttin' on my walkin' shoes
I tell ya baby, I'm not your fool
I'm steppin' out in my walkin' shoes
I tell ya baby, I'm leavin' you
I'm tellin' you
I'm gonna set things straight
Cause I'm tired of
Tryin' to understand
I'm the one who's girl
Gallivants all over town
With a mr. backdoor man
No more talkin'
It's time I start a walkin'
And now it's what you hear me say
There's a thousand other places
That I'd rather be
I'm here checkin' on all the ?
That you see
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My little lady
She makes herself crazy
She left me here all alone
No more talkin'
It's time I started walkin' out
And find myself a brand new home
There's a thousand other places
I'd rather be
I've been checkin' out all the ?
That you see
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I'm puttin' on my walkin' shoes
I tell ya baby, I'm not your fool
I'm steppin' out in my walkin' shoes
I'll see you later, cause I'm leavin' you