Hailing from the great state of Minnesota, I was always very suspicious of my neighbors just to the north of us: The Canadians. Their ways were very foreign to us. Who makes a sport of sliding rocks on ice while sweeping? Their national dish Poutine, while delicious, has a rather unappealing look to it. So when I heard that Canadians live in houses, instead of igloos and trailer parks, as I had been lead to believe, I was more than a bit skeptical about these dubious claims.