Also, funny story about butter tarts. My family and some of our friends were on a sailing trip and we ended up having to stop in Wapoose (small town in Ontario) because of some terrible weather. So, we ventured off into town during the day and spent the day wandering around. On our way back to the marina we were staying at, some old man calls to us from his porch with a box in his hand. After some deliberating (our group was mostly city people, so we know better than to take boxes from random strangers. The old guy could tell.), my dad goes up to him and takes the box. Inside the box were 10 butter tarts. There were 10 people in our group. Apparently the guy’s family owned a butter tart business. He’d counted us on our way into town and waited for us to walk by again to give us this box of butter tarts.