Field Notes From a Canadian Locavore

It was flavour that first made me a local food fan—long before the word locavore became an official entry in the New Oxford American Dictionary in 2007. My family moved to British Columbia in the 1970s, leaving remote abodes in Ontario and Quebec that were far from agriculture of any kind. Finding ourselves planted in the middle of the fertile Fraser Valley, surrounded by farms, was a change indeed. The payoff for wafting eau de manure was fruits and vegetables that were freshly picked, recently dug and just snipped. The taste of the bounty was an extraordinary revelation.

Since those first convincing taste tests, I’ve found that there are more reasons than ever to be