Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16 Page 17 Page 18 Page 19 Page 20 Page 21 Page 22 Page 23 Page 24 Page 25 Page 26 Page 27 Page 28 Page 29 Page 30 Page 31 Page 32 Page 33 Page 34 Page 35 Page 36 Page 37 Page 38 Page 39 Page 40 Page 41 Page 42 Page 43 Page 44 Page 45 Page 46 Page 47 Page 48 Page 49 Page 50 Page 51 Page 52 Page 53 Page 54 Page 55 Page 56 Page 57 Page 58 Page 59 Page 60 Page 61 Page 62 Page 63 Page 64 Page 65 Page 66 Page 67 Page 68 Page 69 Page 70 Page 71 Page 72 Page 73 Page 74 Page 75 Page 76 Page 77 Page 78 Page 79 Page 80 Page 81 Page 82 Page 83 Page 84 Page 85 Page 86 Page 87 Page 88 Page 89 Page 90 Page 91 Page 92 Page 93 Page 94 Page 95 Page 96 Page 97 Page 98 Page 99 Page 100N o v e m b e r 2 0 1 6 5 7 L’esprit de L’escalier Extraordinary pottery for everyday living Edgecomb Potters jewelry | glass | wall art | home accents The Perfect Time- The Perfect Time- Release Holiday Gift! Maine’s City Magazine Call us: (207) 775-4339 Or find us online at portlandmagazine.com Call us: (207) 775-4339 Or find us online at portlandmagazine.com Subscribe Today! Subscribe Today! SAVE ON NEWSSTAND PRICE 1 YEAR $41.15 SAVE 42% SAVE ON NEWSSTAND PRICE 1 YEAR $41.15 SAVE 42% foodieonboard.com B onne Année or Paradis à la fin de vos jours? Would you prefer Happy New Year or Paradise at the end of your days as a greeting? I’ll take the paradise and all its imagined accoutrements. The deeper fas- cination is, what does paradise have to do with the start of a new year? Christmas feasts are steeped in the de- sire to practice traditions before calendars begin rolling over into a new year. Tourtière is not just for Thursdays anymore. It is a seasonal ceremony. Tourtière becomes the “it” pie. One year, after Midnight Mass, the hunt for tourtière to celebrate our Réveillon–a party held on Christmas Eve–became a house-to-house mission to find a such a pie. Our moth- er hadn’t made her tourtières that year. We eventually wound up at my brother’s moth- er-in-law’s house. Good-naturedly, she arose from her bed, dug through her freez- er, and produced a tourtière on demand as we sat around, told stories, and drank some Christmas cheer. This is one of my key tourtière memories of embracing the holidays from the French perspective. Nobody forgot to make the tour- tières ever again after that. Réveillon lives! Paradise baked into a pie je te souhaite. n RheaCôtéRobbinsistheauthorof‘downthePlains.’ Pie in the Sky Où sont les tourtières d’antan? By Rhea Côté Robbins