L is for Local

 

Mustard field in Alberta. Photo by Steve Snyder

Mustard field in Alberta. Photo by Steve Snyder

 

The Canada blogger guru Rob asked a great question in the Millarville post below, and my answer grew until it was unmanageable in size, so it moved to a post of its own. He was wondering how much of the stuff is locally grown, pointing out the mangoes specifically. Of course mangoes and several other items are nowhere near local. In fact mangoes, coffee and tea are 100% foreign.  So what’s the deal with eating locally and indulging in stuff grown thousands of miles away and shipped to wee cold Alberta?

 

Trade of goods has been the staple of mankind since people figured out their area has unique resources that can be harvested in surplus and traded for goods they lack. Since each area of earth is abundant in its unique form of wealth, trade allowed us to have access to foods, goods and minerals that our area may not have. From merchant ships of Phoenicians to the silk caravan and the spice trade people have bartered and traded wealth and redistributed world resources a bit more equitably.

 

As the modern society of North America evolved, things went a bit sideways what with the subsidization of agriculture, industrialization of food production, excessive use of pesticides, monocultural farming practices and all the other unsustainable problems outlined exceedingly well in books such as The Omnivore’s Dilemma and many others. Throughout all this small organic farmers and eaters kept the ‘healthy food/healthy planet’ fires burning, embracing vegetarianism, tofu, amaranth and composting with vigor, and earning derogatory labels smacking of hippy-ism and Birkenstocks. Some facets of their culture were admittedly not for everyone, but they had a pretty inarguable fundamental point – we ARE what we eat, and earth IS where we live. As more problems arose with childhood diabetes, grownup obesity, vivid campaigns of animal rights activists and pesticide horror stories, the mainstream population woke up and paid attention.

 

In the last decade that I’ve been paying attention, there’s been a large and growing movement of eating locally, organically and sustainably with lots of shades of meaning for each word. Now people are tossing out things like the ‘100-mile diet’ (a movement that incidentally started in Vancouver), going to see Food, Inc. and listening to podcasts like Deconstructing Dinner. An organic food delivery SPUD has actually succeeded in Calgary, and our farmers markets are busier than ever. Of course as the movement grows so do the problems – everything from horrendous legislation that aims to do direct harm to the small farmer (NAIS), Monsanto’s lawsuits against small farmers, to the expensive organic certification and dubious standards, to the aptly named ‘industrial organic’.

 

Of course what the whole thing boils down to for consumers is a bit of personal responsibility. Just like so many areas in life we have to be unwilling to abdicate personal authority to decide what’s best for us, and leave things in the hands of legislators. I love food. It’s about as primal of a passion as it gets, right up there with breathing and sleeping. I like food that tastes good, real and fresh and for my inaugural garden I grew primarily things where you can really taste the difference between supermarket varieties and heirloom ones – tomatoes, peas, carrots and strawberries come readily to mind.  I enjoy food grown locally – the less shipping required the more taste remains for you, and I enjoy support the local farmers who spend such time and effort to grow our food. I enjoy eating animals that were raised humanely, have eaten a diet natural to their species and enjoyed a lifestyle reasonably appropriate to their needs.  I adore freshly picked veggies, awesome Okanagan wine, ready made meals and fantastic meats from the farmers market. These comprise about ninety percent of my purchases.

 

But the other ten percent are simply not available locally no matter how you look at it. We can grow mustard, canola, wheat, corn, meat and veggies, but we will never grow fruit like BC, coffee like South America or tea like India. So we do what people have always done – trade. Now we trade currency rather than goods directly, but we still trade for the things we want and can’t have. Again we can ensure we purchase organic, shade grown, fair trade good and minimize the impact of these transactions, but unless we get militant about eating locally, we will always import some goods.  I am perfectly okay with perpetuating this habit since it makes so much sense to do so. Someone imports our wheat, we import their coffee.  When you take a peek into international trade on a global scale the issue becomes impossibly perplexing with tariffs, quotas, customs and so on, but if someone who lives in town, and wants to select their favorite goods and offer them for his neighbors to enjoy – I’m all for it.

 

And to answer Rob’s question, yes the mustard is about as local as it gets – Canada is the world’s largest exporter of mustard seeds, and Brassica Mustard is just like their logo says – “Prairie Grown, and Prairie Made.”

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M is for Millarville

 

One of the reasons I adore summer so much, is the brief but heady availability of small farmers markets that pop up around town. Yes, we have the big one at Currie Barracks, and I love the fact that it’s year round, but just like all variety loving people it’s nice to have options. And there is no shortage of options in the summer months. My absolute favorite place to go happens to be the closest to my house too, but believe me when I say I made the pilgrimage occasionally even when I lived across the entire city. My favorite farmers market is the one at Millarville.  It combines a mini road trip with food, an unbeatable combination. Held outdoors off the large racetrack, it’s a great mix of vendors, entertainment, and mini-donuts. And I go nuts for mini-donuts.

 

The layout is a rough almost – circle, with the crafts all along the far side of the market, with the entertainment area and picnic tables in the middle. I’ll be honest – I never go look at crafts. First off, many are cheesy or just not my style, but most importantly, every dollar I have is usually earmarked for food. Why shop for a permanent work of art when you can buy something to eat? And buy I do. Oh boy do I buy.

 

Approaching the entrance

Approaching the entrance

 

 

 

 

Decorative grass

Decorative grass

Over time I’ve worked out a strategy for shopping at the market. Since I often go alone, I have to work out a plan to carry the six hundred pounds of food I buy, so careful shopping strategy must be implemented in order to be able to reach the car at all. The strategy begins with a coffee and mini-donuts. For fortification of course.  The donuts are oh so smartly located on the right, right near the entrance. Piping hot, straight out of the fryer, sprinkled with cinnamon sugar they are my first taste of summer heaven. They are worth getting up early for, and I don’t say that lightly. At the picnic table sipping a coffee, people watching and enjoying the music is about the perfect way to start a weekend.

 

 

Many folk also go for the kettle corn. They’re always busy.

 

Kettle Korn Truck

Kettle Korn Truck

 

 

Shopping always begins at the very back of the food section. That’s where all the produce is located, and there’s always the temptation to buy way too much. I try to resist, working hard to plan the meals in my head as I shop, lest I end up with way too much produce. It’s very hard though – there are always several greenhouses with jewel like tomatoes, eggplants and peppers. They are warm from the sun, perfectly ripe and smell like the sun warmed fruit that they are. There are always the colonists (Amish? Mennonites? Hutterites? Anyone?) with amazingly inexpensive roots – beets, potatoes, radishes, carrots, onions, garlic, chard and eggs.  There are the fruit trucks from BC which can be hit and miss – always try the beautiful looking peaches, apricots and cherries before you buy.  I don’t have photos of this section because due to the late season there were hardly any vendors there. I expect many more over the next two weeks.

 

After the staples of a healthy diet are taken care of, I walk leisurely along the awning covered section full of vendors of generally prepared foods. Here is a vast panorama of choices – everything from fresh baked bread, honey, ostrich soap, salsa and dips, jerky, cheese, teas, wines, olive oils and much much more. Most vendors let you try before you buy, and that’s a good thing because not everything is that great. I typically end up with a dip or two, an ethnic food (varies depending on who’s there – sometimes there’s Mexican, other times amazing Indian), smoked char, and a wine or something else I can’t resist.  

 

Candy bouquets

Candy bouquets

Organic coffee

Organic coffee

So many dips

So many dips

Organic wine

Organic wine

Tea

Tea

Locally made mustard

Locally made mustard

 

 

Towards the end of the market I have to point out one of my favorite vendors – More than Mangoes. I first went to visit them shortly after they opened, in a small space at some school or something. I fell in love with fresh, real, tropical fruit even though I really do try to eat local most of the time. I just miss the amazing fruitses of Cuba so much. RIGHT NOW as we speak they have amazing, juicy, fragrant organic mangoes and papayas. They are to die for.  They’re worth every penny. The owner is quite passionate and knowledgeable about his fruit, and the passion shows in every individually cradled offering.

 

 

 

More Than Mangoes stall

More Than Mangoes stall

 

 

 

 

Then we come to the meat vendors at the very entrance to the market, which is very convenient as they’re the heaviest purchases for me, and the car is usually not far away. I load up on bacon, hot dogs, buffalo salami, and loads and loads of chicken from Bowden. I literally load up on chicken breasts, thighs, eggs, whole chickens and they are so much better than the supermarket as well as being reasonably priced. I usually get some frozen pies from Kaman which I generally prefer to Simple Simon or others. I would not recommend the shepherd’s pie as the meat is waaay too ground and adds odd texture to the already soft pie, but would definitely recommend their chicken and steak and mushroom pies. For an easy weeknight supper they’re great.

 

Millarville Market

Open Saturday mornings 8:30 – noon.

June 13 to Oct 3, 2009

Parking $2.00

 

See you there, I’ll be the one with the donuts.

 

Gorgeous planters

Gorgeous planters

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