The Nanaimo Bar I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Nanaimo Bar and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the fresh and clean was right, wild blueberry was handled the way it should be.

maple syrup production is a seasonal Quebec ritual celebrated at family sugar shacks. Growing up it was always a Montreal poutinerie, which shaped my reference point entirely. Nanaimo bar dessert alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.