Toronto

My Food Story Part 3: The Big City (Toronto)

In my last months in Edmonton I became a food sleuth. My grocery store visits got longer and longer. I would examine each piece of produce, the sign about it describing its origins and price, and then the sticker on the fruit to see whether that matched up with the sign. I couldn’t take my then boyfriend/fiancée along to the grocery store. He didn’t have the patience for this meticulousness. But I had to know more about where my food came from.

Eat It: Tasty Food Lit

In the waiting room

Eat It was slim enough to fit in my purse and go with me wherever I went. Each contributor’s article may be just a page or a few, but I felt a connection to each writer and was laughing out loud in the waiting room and smiling to myself in public. I had to look around to see if anyone else caught me in my enjoyment.

 

At Word on the Street