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Monday, June 28, 2010

farmer's markets in the hood

There are so many things to get inspired by. I live in a city within the city seeking out things that I feel have soul. Every since I can remember, my family has been seeking out produce that comes either from our backyard, or from farmers. So how excited am I to find that there are two farmers markets that are a short walk from my doorstep. The sad part is that they are on Tuesday and Wednesday from 3-7. That makes it a bit challenging to visit.

Last Tuesday, I was able to attend the one at Trinity Bellwoods Park (http://www.tbfm.ca/) It's pretty early in the season, so maybe I expected too much. There was tons of kale and other leafy greens, some delicious strawberries.

I ate it in about five seconds, and some of the cherries were somewhere between the kind to be used for pie and the kind to eat. They were pretty sour, but what's a girl gonna do.

The prices were a bit high. A quart of strawberries for $4. The cherries were the same price. The honey I bought was also quite expensive for something I was buying directly from the grower. It was also already turning to sugar. Was I buying last year's batch?

The vendor tried to explain that honey has a tendency to do that. I've been eating honey from farmer's markets since I was three. I know how ridiculous it is to buy one that's already turning when I'm getting it from a farmer. I want that pure, dark delectable kind that is perfect when first opened. Not the kind that I'll have to scrape out with a knife a week after it's opened.

I have to admit, at the farmer's market at Square One in Mississauga. Items are lower priced than they are in major produce retailers. So I don't understand why those setting up shop in Toronto at this location charged so much.

I wonder if conscious business practices should result in higher prices. I have yet to visit the market on Borden Street in the Annex. The Bloor Borden Market runs on Wednesdays. (http://www.my-market.ca/)

The most interesting thing about the market at Trinity Bellwoods Park was the sense of community. People seemed to be part of some community I don't belong to. There were many random conversations with vendors and "nice-to-see-you-agains". So if you're looking for people who are also passionate about home grown eats, this may be a good place to connect.

I personally just wanted a big basket of ripe, sweet cherries and a bucket of honey at a reasonable price. (There were no buckets available at Trinity.)I will visit again later in the season to see how it's developed. I'm hoping there will be more farmers as well.

Monday, June 14, 2010

The City That is Often Called Cold



I recently saw the movie 'The Secret In Their Eyes.'

In my search for a movie that would draw me into the plot and make me forget what was going on in my life. I became tangled in the plot. I remember thinking I was about to see a movie about crime, something suspenseful and troubling, but what I was left with was an examination of love. The varying ranges of love, the love that's realized and love that is never denied. I wondered about the choice to walk away from someone you'd really rather run towards.

Is it worth it to be safe sometimes?

To protect the heart sometimes?

The movie is shot beautifully using subtle techniques to give it life.

For those of you who liked, 'It's Complicated', a line used in 'The Secret in Their Eyes' at a few choice moments. It is complicated in a different way that is always similar in love. Highly recommended.

On the way home from the Cumberland the city looked different. The way it did to me when I was in my element -- exhibiting art regularly and working for myself. I stopped at a fruit stand to buy some blackberries. Everything felt romantic. There were three college aged guys working inside. They stopped talking when I walked in. The staff had placed a huge fan on the floor in front of the entrance. I walked in the door and my skirt blew up in the air.
I asked them if it was the Marilyn Monroe fan.

No one replied.

"You know. So it blows everyone's skirt up as they walk in."

No one replied.

"You do that on purpose don't you."

The cashier smirked as he put the berries in the bag. "Yes, we do."
He said with a straight face. "It's done entirely on purpose."
Then he smiled.

I laughed and walked the rest of the way home.
There's magic in this city.

This city that is often called cold.

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