I love going to the markets when back in Alberta. This trip, a new one for me – the Thursday market near 124 st. This authors take on her last visit to her local Market made me smile.
I love the local Farmer’s Market. I go almost every Saturday morning. That said, I am a middle-aged white woman. I also enjoy restaurants that specialize in brunch, home décor shops that also sell scarves, and places where you paint your own coffee mugs.
My routine at the market is repetitive. I buy an over-priced coffee on my way in and dedicate the next 30-45 minutes to stuffing food in my face. I convince myself that locally-produced bacon, organic eggs, and bread baked by a Mennonite woman are “health foods”. I sample enough cheese to keep me constipated for the rest of the weekend and I eat ALL the cinnamon buns I intended to take home to the family. Then I fill my re-usable grocery bag with vegetables, pay twice what I would pay at the grocery store for them, and go home.
I don’t over-think the experience. It is…
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