I grew up going to the local Brantford Farmers Market, I had no idea that there was any other way to go about it. I assumed everyone went to the market to get their Thanksgiving turkey, to the apple orchard to pick their fall apples, and to the pumpkin patch to pick up the biggest pumpkin they could carry.
Naturally I got older and realized that some people grew up on hot dogs, microwavable dinners and high fructose corn syrup drinks. "You mean there are cereals out there that contain sugar?!"
I had the great privilege two summers ago to spend 3 weeks at my Grandparent's place in Stratford, eating almost completely locally for the entire time. I was in heaven. Have you ever tried black currant ice cream made from scratch with real vanilla beans? It quickly became my favourite thing, especially in the 35+ degree heat. However I learned very quickly that good wholesome food takes time, preparation and energy. Things that one doesn't always have if they aren't retired, or a stay at home mom. Nonetheless I was convinced that I could make the changes I had observed in Stratford.
Thus came my move, the end of August was a complete bounty of food at the markets. Have you ever seen a purple pepper? I have now, they're beautiful! How about a wintermelon? These are just some of the neat things I've discovered at my local market.
Luke and I were on our way back from the Georgian Bay when we decided that we should probably pick up some produce before we got to our bare fridge at home. On the outskirts of our town there are probably over 100 farms within 45 kilometres. We literally could pick up anything we needed from eggs, to potatoes, apples, meats, even fresh baking within a couple minutes drive from our house.
So we stopped at one farm that had a sign for veggies, and came upon a barn with no one inside that had a note taped to it that if no one was there help yourself and a pot of money on the table surrounding all of the produce. We picked up some apples, and a Buy Fresh, Buy Local map and went on our merry little way.
The next farm we came to was closer to Conestogo, we were in Mennonite country now. The bounty the farm we stopped at next was one I'd never witnessed before. They literally had a fresh and local grocery store on their property. Anything we could possibly need was there, home made with care.
For the longest time I was plagued with stomach aches, I got them as a child, in highschool and university. I've learned since moving to Waterloo that I don't have to live with them. If you eat fresh, local Ontario (or wherever you're from) you'll feel great. You'll have energy you never imagined and you'll feel different.
Our lives are so full of processed things, we live so fast, so controlled and so programmed that it isn't until something snaps us out of that routine that we realize that our habits aren't necessarily healthy.
I fall victim to these things as well, no one is perfect. Halloween is upon us and my house like many others across North America is full of chocolate. Luke and I had to pick up some things from Walmart the other night and he grabbed a bag of chips. Let me tell you- two things that do not go well together in my system are definitely: chips and chocolate. But once you stop eating those things, you don't crave them, after a while chips do actually taste like some abnormal flavoured over salted crunchy thing, chocolate does taste overly sweet.
When we force ourselves to eat what's available to us from the land, and not whats been modified in a factory and sent to us via who knows where it came from or by who's hand. You learn to respect the things you put in your body, and that your body will respect you back. Try it, you'll see.







