We got settled into our new home at the beginning of October and I was sure I would be off to a different farmer’s market every weekend. I would fill our fridge and cupboards with an abundance of BC’s finest local produce and products. Yum yummity! I could barely wait to find my shopping basket or backpack or … the kitchen. I guess unpacking would take priority.
But alas, by the time I emerged from the mountain of boxes and the kitchen had transformed from the Jenga stack that it was when the movers left, the summer markets were shutting down quicker than I could grab my basket and a map to find my way to Kits or Trout Lake or Main Street
…Hey wait! I lived on Main Street…but where’s Terminal Avenue?
Then one evening, while on a stroll with M, we saw the sign: “Winter Farmer’s Market
Starts November 5 at The Nat Bailey Stadium.” Could it be? Could I wait that long? How would I get to sleep that night? That Saturday finally came and I could barely decide to what to wear. I felt as if I was going on a very important first date. I had to make a good impression. I was so worried about my high expectations. With my empty backpack on, adequately fueled by a morning of brunching and fueling with coffee, away we went.
M and I giggled our way from stall to stall and marvalled at all that we saw. I could barely believe my eyes. So many people, so many farmers, so much to see and smell and eat…”Look at the quince! Come smell it!” “Wow bread! And cheese! And olives! Lunch!” It reminded me so much of the feeling I got during the height of summer at the Hillhurst Sunnyside Farmer’s Market, back in Calgary, but this was winter. We bought so much it couldn’t be stuffed into my pack anymore. Thank goodness for German design and compression straps.
A week of recipes was quickly coming to mind and I couldn’t really keep it straight. I thought of how hard I had worked to do all my preserving, amidst cleaning up, packing, throwing garage sales and spending time with friends before I left Canmore. I could’ve done it all here very easily what with the cases of fruit and flats of tomatoes still coming straight from the farms just outside of the city – and some right within the city, like Sole Food Farms
We bought ourselves Vancouver Farmer’s Market memberships and even signed up to volunteer. I couldn’t wait to become a part of this atmosphere and meet everyone that welcomed us so graciously. I didn’t see any familiar faces that afternoon, but I felt like I was home.
NOTE: The photos in this post were taken on my iPhone with the Hipstamatic app. Try it, it’s fun! And my green hat was made by Christine Svensson of Sugar Soul. Check ’em out – they’re super cute!