I think I'm an empathetic person. Not like the HONY guy, but I get the feeling that sometimes people share with me things that they don't necessarily share with others. I'm okay with that. Sometimes venting, expressing, just saying the words out loud, seeing them typed on a screen or scribbled on a scrap piece of paper is monumental in sorting out what step we take next. Life can be complicated, things don't always go according to plan - sometimes we just need someone to listen.
I hear you. I understand what you are saying. I can't fix your problem, but I'm listening.
Do you like peaches? Here, have a Liège waffle.
There really are foods that taste so much different from their imported and (most likely) out of season counter parts. Strawberries top my list, but they are closely followed with sweet corn, tomatoes, and asparagus. Plain and simple: imported varieties taste nothing like what they should; full of starchiness, firm and crunchy texture, lack of aromatic qualities, more often than not they are grown for durability rather than taste. I understand desperation in the middle of February, but why would you buy California strawberries when Ontario strawberries grown on Howe's Farm are available just a short bike ride away in the middle of June?
Another case in point - peaches. Ripe, juicy, sweet, tender, will-bruise-at-the-slightest-bump, delicious peaches are just starting to ripen here in Elgin County. There is no doubt the Niagara region can produce a wide variety as well as high quality goods for the country (and the world), but why not eat what's grown close to home? As long as you demand high quality, great taste, friendly service, and the quantities are enough to meet demand, why wouldn't you support your neighbours and enjoy the fruits of their labour?
Eating. Drinking. Sharing.