I am, admittedly, a city boy. I grew up in small cities and have spent much of my adult life in large (by Canadian standards) cities. I buy meat that is wrapped in plastic and which sits on Styrofoam containers; the vegetables I buy are washed and but into bunches and sit under bright lights in the grocery store that are meant to make them look attractive. Where I normally purchase food is far away from where that food was first produced.
Which is why I loved the warm welcome I experienced in Central Alberta a couple of weeks ago when I arrived to help them celebrate harvest, because it put me in touch with where food comes FROM! Continue reading