Forgive me bloggers, for I have sinned. I have forsaken my adherence to the rules of buying local and made a purchase that travelled no less than 1,895km (or 1177.5 miles). And you know what? I hardly regret it.
As much as I love living in Nova Scotia and am so grateful for the easy access I have to locally sourced, delicious food, I still sometimes miss the produce of my youth.
I grew up on the Niagara Peninsula: an area known for it's ideal conditions for the production of such deliciousness as grapes, cherries, and peaches. Summertime country roads were covered in fruit stands and I have fond memories of stopping to pick up the freshest baskets of fruit and cobs of corn.
It wasn't until I moved to Halifax that I started to really notice a difference in the price and availability of some of my favourites. Corn-on-the-cob, a summertime staple of my childhood, is often priced at $5 for 5 cobs at my usual grocery store. (Is it just me or is that not insanity?) What's worse is that it's usually found on trays of styrofoam,wrapped in plastic, and partially shucked.
COME ON, PEOPLE. Corn literally comes naturally PRE-WRAPPED already. Can someone explain to me the logic here?
When I spotted a basket of peaches yesterday, grown on the farmland of my former community neighbours, I couldn't resist.
And let me tell you: these peaches don't taste at all of regret. Instead, they taste like summertime. They taste like childhood. They taste delicious.