HOT SHOTS, NOV. 8TH, 2015
While I’m do not feel conflicted about the notion of Remembrance, nor of a moment of silence and a world of Peace, the pacifist in me has a hard time with the subversive pro-war messages that come through the pipes around this time of year. Ideas of ‘fighting for peace’ and respect for countries who send their young to kill people and to die, I have a problem with. Because of this little problem I have, I’d like to share a message from my friend Peter Masterton, something he wrote about Remembrance Day, because he says it best:
“My grandfather Bill met my grandmother Ruth in a church basement up in Prince Rupert before he went off to England for training. He landed on the beaches of Normandy on D-DAY plus 1. Ruth tried to join the army with her brothers but had to stay home and teach. Her cousin Julian was shot down in an air fight and her brother Ross made it home alive. Bill was a convoy driver and his troops liberated the Dutch. The only stories he would shell our way is how much chocolate he gave to the kids in Holland. Sadly, He saw some of the most ruthless things imaginable, and to say he didn’t suffer from PTSD would be an understatement. When he came back from the War, Ruth was waiting for him and they were married within 6 months. He was a Wiley coyote and one of the strongest, tit for tat, no nonsense kinda guys out there. He had a photographic memory with an intuition and a depth of realness that was poignant. You wouldn’t attempt a white lie while keeping eye contact with this man. He married one of the most beautiful, kind, loyal, soft spoken, and supportive women ever created. Ruth and Bill lived with us four boys in Fort Langley for 8 years and it consisted of lots of ice cream and crib games. Fifteen two, fifteen four and three is seven….He would ‘mosey’ downstairs for a Dads oatmeal cookie, and then proceed to light us up on the pool table. My grandma Ruth was a horticulturist, a master of the Organ on Sundays and would absorb about 3 novels a week. She would simply sit there and smile quietly while us boys caused absolute mayhem. Her kind, innocent nature and her simple way of life resonated more with all of us than any pointed scolding. My grandpa Bill passed away in 2005 and was followed by Ruth in 2007. Before Bill passed away, I had the privilege of holding his hand and telling him what he meant to me while he was on the hospital bed. He couldn’t respond at the time, but I know he heard everything I said. Before my grandmother passed away, I had the privilege to see her one last time before taking off for University in Virginia. I asked her for a list of qualities and characteristics that she felt I should seek out in order to find the kind of love her and Bill had. The answer was nothing short of brilliance. She gave me the secret recipe and that was the last time I saw her. If you still have grandparents in your life, consider yourself extremely lucky. Soak up the wisdom and remember you might be one yourself in the not too distant future, so listen to those who’ve walked the path. Don’t overlook or ever forget the great sacrifices the individuals before us made so that we can have our freedoms today…. Put your iPhone away and make it out to a ceremony this coming Wednesday… Count your blessings, love your neighbour, and remember those that have served.”
The two pictured above left the world four granchildren who are probably some of the finest young men around: kind, thoughtful and down for trouble if trouble seems like more fun than not trouble. I’ll hold a moment for them.
Also, I asked Pete to tell me what Ruth’s love recipe is, and I’ll keep you posted.
This is my love recipe: One pink lady apple plus my face equals LOVE.
These little asian pears are coming off the trees and we have them in a seven pound consumer pack. They are little and they are awesome and so is the little box they come in. Trevor has a lot of these so if you want to book some in any great amount, give us a call and we’ll let Stefan know and bring ‘em in for you.
This is the Winesap apple. It’s sweet and tasty and bright, bright red. Yesterday I was listening to Quirks and Quarks (I’m a nerd) and they were talking about a comet that is soaring through space right now that is composed of quite a lot of ethanol and sugar, and what they were deducing on the radio is that the comet is made out of wine. It is the French, predominantly who are studying this comet, so perhaps that’s why they say “wine,” but it’s pretty much made out of booze and it’s soaring through the atmosphere. Pretty much the best party trick out there. I think they should name it after this apple. I’ll write to NASA when I’m done here. They care a LOT about what I think.
Kiwis! They’re back!
And look, it’s a Doug going to great measures to get a photo of Can’t Elope melons in this round of hot shots. They’re big and bold and just showed up. Make Doug happy, elope with a Can’t Elope.
BC tomatoes are not going to be around forever and every week that they’re still rolling in I am downright surprised because darnit, it’s cold out there! This week, lo and behold, we still have new bright yellow cherry tomatoes. Get ‘em while we got ‘em.
These, I’ve never seen before, but they are mini cucumbers that look like watermelons. But they are really mini, like, thimble sized mini. Very pretty. Very weird. Up the anti…..bring ‘em in and watch your shoppers minds bend like spoons.
Sugar pie pumpkins are pretty much just cute, not matter what, but these are ESPECIALLY cute because they are very small, also. Like, very small. They are perfect for a person like me who would never buy an entire pumpkin unless I wanted to eat pumpkin for the next several weeks.
This is the Cheese Squash and while I thought that meant it was like a giant hunk of cheese, it is named aptly after its shape which resembles that of a round of cheese: “A current favorite of mine is an heirloom squash called a cheese squash (or cheese pumpkin). It resembles an old-fashioned flattened cheese box. It’s a good-size squash with tan skin, thick, deep-orange flesh, a coarse texture, and a really sweet flavor.” From, The Internet.
And these beauties don’t need a box, they need a one bedroom apartment, they’re HUGE!!!! The Cinderella Squash, much like the cheese squash, but obviously better for getting to and from parties in. These are super stunning heirloom squash and will up the calibre of any autumn like display you’ve got going on and they’re super yummy, too. Also, a favourite quote of mine, “Cinderella never asked for a Prince, she asked for a dress and a night off.” That’s really why she was tearing out of that party when smarmy pants Prince boy started making eyes at her. She was all like, “Gotta go!” and rode one of these bad ass pumpkins home. The creep went looking for her. What a bummer some fairy tales turn out to be when you really think about the plot line, y’know?
These aren’t a bummer! Yellow beans!
And perhaps the best story ever: Formosa Nurseries are growing BC PERSIMMONS!!!!!!! They are our blueberry growers and they are branching out and it’s so successful!!!!! Beautiful stuff coming out of the valley, geniuses over there at Formosa, I tell you. Geniuses.
It’s obviously Christmas time now that Hallowe’en is through, which I’m sure our fearless leader Little Loo Who (Kristy) will be just beaming about tomorrow. And because of the time of year, we’ve got Chinese mandarins rolling in on the double and they’re disappearing just as fast. If you want significant volume of these over Christmas, best let us know as soon as possible and we’ll keep your numbers in mind and not have only coal for you.
As BC dries up in terms of leafy greens, we are super stoked to have the support of AgroFresco in Mexico and this is the perfect quality kale they are sending us. We have been working very closely with this grower to develop a strong and fruitful relationship for British Columbia and Mexico both, as California struggles with drought to a greater and more terrifying degree every year. That’s the back story, this green curly kale is the front story, like FRONT PAGE NEWS story. It’s really nice.
Red Bunched beets from 2EEs in Surrey. They’re amazing, they’re beautiful, and I don’t know how they do it. But….well…they just do.
An anomaly in the organic world for sure, I had to snap a photo of this because I’ve never actually seen it as it comes in and goes out more quickly than my little legs can track it down: Organic Iceberg lettuce. Amazing.
Dear Ones, this world said goodbye to a very amazing woman on October 30th, when this world lost Mary Forstbauer. Debbra Mikkaelsen of Edible Vancouver wrote of Mary, “It isn’t just that she farms 110 acres of biodynamic soil, producing potatoes, carrots, strawberries, blueberries, eggs and grass-fed beef the old-fashioned, labour-intensive way. It isn’t even that she’s the President of the BC Association of Farmers’ Markets, on the board of the Bio-Dynamic Agriculture Society of BC, and a founder of both the Certified Organic Association of BC and BC Regenerative Agriculture. It’s all that and quite a lot more.”
Quite a lot more indeed. Mary had twelve children who have children and Mary bushwhacked the way for many of us to follow. She was one of the strongest voices in our movement, and while she is no longer hollering, she started something, and it’s up to us to keep her dreams of a cleaner, safer, better world intact.
Together we’ve done a lot, and in Mary’s absence, let us say, we’ve got lots of work still to do. Thank you Mary. And don’t worry, we’ll keep doing the work you committed your whole life to.