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I Eat Local I Eat Fresh: At the Farmers' Markets!

I Eat Local I Eat Fresh: At the Farmers' Markets!
Diamonds, rubies, emeralds...all very nice baubles to be sure. But if you want to impress the Roving Locavore with exquisite luminous colours, take her to a pantry full of preserved summer produce. As the light reflects off shining glass to reflect the deep summertime hues of jams, relishes, chutneys, and sauces, it seems that true wealth is only a twist, snap and aromatic sniff away. And She Who Eats Locally is once again on a mission to bottle this year’s harvest into a myriad of tasty treats that, once opened in the winter months, will remind her and her family of all that is good about Ontario summers. Eating locally is not just about buying Ontario fruit and veggies...

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Laepple’s 8th Annual Potatofest August 28

Laepple’s 8th Annual Potatofest August 28 Laepple’s 8 th Annual Potatofest August 28   Once a year on the last Saturday in August we invite customers, friends, and neighbours to our annual Potatofest. We enjoy sharing our farm and the joys and challenges that come...

A Compulsive Shopping Chef's Dream

A Compulsive Shopping Chef's Dream Ah summer in Ontario! Hot days, cool nights, warm waters and long weekends—sounds like a typical wish list for every thawed out Canadian right? Well, exchange long weekends for “long growing seasons”, hot days for “hot...
 

I Eat Local I Eat Fresh: Corn on the Cob!

I Eat Local I Eat Fresh: Corn on the Cob! Your very own Roving Locavore was thinking the other day that, while it is possible to find almost any fresh fruit and vegetable year-round in the modern supermarket, there is one kind of vegetable that has a limited shelf life and can only be...

The Farmer's Daughter Goes to Barbados

The Farmer's Daughter Goes to Barbados I recently had the pleasure of traveling to Barbados to do some “work” (I was able to combine a little bit of vacation in with my work!) for a friend of mine who works in alternative medicine. I, being the farmer’s daughter, did...