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| - Some of my best late Sunday mornings are spent at the Farmer's Market. Today I visited and loaded my canvas bags with loads of things: kale, red cabbage, red peppers, macintosh apples, hummus, sourdough bread, basil, parsley, zucchini, eggplant. What really impressed me was that even come November, there is such a large selection of organic and local produce. Yay for not resorting to imports that taste like cardboard from Safeway! All of my finds were from various vendors, all very friendly. There is this really positive energy I find at the farmers market that I do not find anywhere else in this city.
There is something really awesome about being able to go into a giant market alone, pick up a Mexican Spiced Cocoa with soy milk, and galavant about, listening to Bluegrass buskers and conversing with local vendors. I always leave feeling very positively after the farmers market. I hope that the new location they move to in February is just as lovely and cozy feeling. It always feels like autumn in there.
The only thing I have to complain about is moronic yuppies who get in the way. Particularily bored housewives who bring their children in strollers, and stand right behind my car talking to another bored housewife who is in their care while I am trying to pull out of the parking lot. If any of you reading this are like this, I hope you are offended, because this left me in a very awkward predicament. Go create suburban sprawl in the far off quadrants of the city where you belong.
I love you sometimes Calgary, regardless.
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