There’s a great sandwich place on the departures level of the Montreal airport, between check-in and security, with brightly lit display cases showing off stacks of sandwiches made with thickly sliced bread and tied together with twine, and cake stands full of suitably French-looking croissants and muffins.
We bought a roasted eggplant pizza of sorts – really a split focaccia spread with pesto and layered with thin slices of prosciutto, thick slices of roasted eggplant and topped with brie, that was heated for us to bring through security and came with a little pot of peppered mayo, which we presumed was to slap sparingly on top.
So we ate that while waiting for our boarding call, and brought an oddly spiced egg salad on purplish pumpernickel with us to the Toronto airport for our layover. The egg salad was mysterious and unusual – not really in a good way – we both wanted badly to like it, but are egg salad purists and this one was trying a little too hard. Plus the bread had become all too leathery with travel time.
We left Montreal at noon local time and got into Calgary at 10pm Calgary time – during our flights and in between Sue and I chatted about turkey cooking techniques, flipped through holiday issues of Saveur, brainstormed new uses for lemongrass and discussed our holiday cooking projects (fruitcake, nutmeg caramels, pan dulce, stollen, mandarin orange jam, homemade candy canes and marshmallows) and it really couldn’t have been a better weekend. I even bought a hat.