Today I would like to draw your attention to an important area of Canadian life that has often been overlooked in the foreign press. This is an area in which we excel. In fact, we are number one in the world. If I am not talking about hockey you are no doubt wondering what I could possibly be referring to. Drumroll please........
Yes, Canadians consume more donuts than anyone else in the world. Not surprisingly, given our penchant for eating these harbingers of disease and premature death, we also have more donut stores per capita than any other country on the planet.
The number one supplier of our donut habit happens to be Tim Hortons. This popular chain extends from one end of the country to the other. There is not a segment of our society that hasn't been touched by their influence. They have set up shop at the Canadian Forces base in Afghanistan to serve our troops. And a few years ago when some terrorists in Ontario were practicing their maneuvers in the middle of the winter and got cold it was a local Tim Hortons they ducked into to warm up.
In this country that is one donut hole away from a major cardiac event, there is a time we as a people look forward to with great anticipation. As the last blasts of winter blow their way through our communities the anticipation builds. It is late February and that can mean only one thing. Roll Up The Rim To Win is back!
Every medium or large coffee or tea purchased at Tim Hortons during the Roll Up The Rim To Win event has something printed just under the rim. Prizes include cars, TVs, bikes, gift cards, drinks, and - no surprise here - donuts. If you are having your drink in one of their mugs no worries. They still give you an empty paper cup so you can play.
I always look forward to Roll The Rim time. This defies all logic. The biggest thing I have ever won is a drink or a donut. And in case any Canadians are reading I have to say this next part very quietly lest I be considered blasphemous....I don't really like their tea or coffee. However, there is always the hope, faint though it might be, that this time I will actually be a winner.
So it is with great anticipation that I start to unroll that rim.
Only to discover that, once again, I am a loser.
Wait. Let me check what it says in French. Bonne chance to me!
I am pleased to say that at least there was one winner from my visit to Tim Hortons. My husband. He got to eat the donuts because I don't really like them either.