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...and, as a bookend to the original discussion, a look at how NASA's "space farming" technology is/can be applied here on Earth: https://psmag.com/social-justice/the-farms-of-the-future-were-built-for-outer-space-will-they-work-on-earth/

I understand the fascination. When I hitched through Saskatchewan for the first time in summer, I walked down to the edge of a farmer's field and had a really, REALLY close look at the wheat. I'd eaten it all my life, and of course Canada is one of the world's largest producers, but I'd never seen it actually alive and growing. I went to the extent of pulling one stalk from the ground and bringing it up to the roadside with me, where I carefully disassembled it in the sunshine and chewed a few of the unripe kernels. I later got to see barley, rye and oats growing, but that first encounter with wheat was oddly wondrous.

Here's one you don't see every day....Heinz baby food, turkey stew 8+ months, is recalled for potential presence of insects. Presently they're saying BC, Newfoundland, Ontario, Quebec and Saskatchewan. I'm guessing it'll be updated to "national" at some point, given that spread. http://inspection.gc.ca/about-the-cfia/newsroom/food-recall-warnings/complete-listing/2019-08-16/eng/1566012117302/1566012119453

Except, alas, one's knees...

Yesterday's haul for me consisted of salad greens (leaf lettuce, plus whatever was in the random "mesclun mix" that I planted), broccoli, broccoli raab, baby beet greens, green onions, watermelon radishes, and a few random handfuls of dandelion and sorrel that happened to cross my path at the wrong moment. I also planted more chard, spinach and beets (for their greens alone, at this time of year), and moved some struggling tomatoes and cucumbers from their planters to the main garden. They may or may not survive, but they were doomed in their old location so there was little to lose by trying.

We'd spoken of him just recently on another thread, in the context of decades-ago Vancouver, but Konyk was originally from Manitoba. https://www.winnipegfreepress.com/arts-and-life/food/hunky-bill-bc-perogy-pioneer-restaurateur-pne-mainstay-dies-at-88-542741922.html I guess I know what I'm having tonight for dinner...

Disclosure: Though I'm not vegetarian/vegan, I supported their crowdfunding campaign just because a) I thought they had a good chance of succeeding and wanted to back their dream, and b) sheesh, a city in 2018 (as it was then) without a single vegetarian restaurant? It just seemed wrong.

When I was growing up on the East Coast in the early 70s, peaches came from a can. Full stop. Eventually we started to see fresh ones creeping into the supermarkets, but they were either a) rocks, or b) mealy and disappointing. Then, as a teen, I hitched to Vancouver for the first time. As I was passing through the Okanagan, I got a lift with a farmer who gave me a small bag of the just-picked peaches he was ferrying to his roadside stand. For starters I'd never seen a peach the size of a grapefruit (!), and I'd certainly never tasted one like that. Afterwards I had to find a gas station where I could wash and change, because I was so sticky with peach juice (up past my elbows, and down my chin and shirt) that the wasps wouldn't leave me alone.

Possible botulism in salmon caviar from distributor KananaskisTrade, recall currently affects Ontario but might become national. https://www.inspection.gc.ca/about-the-cfia/newsroom/food-recall-warnings/complete-listing/2019-08-14/eng/1565794116255/1565794118158

Another page on the same site gives a bit more context: https://thegreenergrassfarm.com/2015/01/29/forbidden-fruit-the-interesting-story-of-the-currant-and-pine-trees-ribes-genus/

I just got back from visiting my mom in Nova Scotia. In the town where she lives (Truro) there's a little restaurant, succinctly named Great British Grub. One of their offerings, and a popular one to judge by their sidewalk patio, is a "full English." We pass by there every morning when I accompany my mom on her morning walk, and on this past visit I watched as a woman picked up her slice of black pudding and daintily dunked it into the ramekin of baked beans, in exactly the same way one might dunk a doughnut or cookie into a cup of tea of coffee. Frankly, that never would have occurred to me.

(Mentally adds Lemniscate to the list of Known Pratchett Aficionados...)

Yeah, drawing the line is a difficult call to make (hence the current academic debate). At a certain point a given behavior becomes obsessive and destructive, even if it is normal and acceptable in and of itself (ie, a desire for health). Defining that point is one of those archetypal "the devil is in the details" scenarios.

As a sort of epilogue to this thread (no wonder I had trouble finding it, it's been a year already!), some academics are questioning when "orthorexia" crosses the line and becomes a pathology, and whether it merits a place in the DSM. https://mh.bmj.com/content/early/2019/07/28/medhum-2019-011681.abstract https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0195666318315290

Truthfully I'm not a fan of the super-sweets, which is why I so seldom eat corn anymore. I don't dislike it the way Liuzhou does, I just find it cloying. I *could* grow my own, but my garden is small and I'm reluctant to sacrifice a block to anything that's not a big-time favorite.

As I sat down to dinner one night my (now-) late wife, eyes all a-sparkle, greeted me eagerly with the words "I just read the most fascinating article about fecal coliforms...," secure in the knowledge that a) I would not find this untoward as dinner-table conversation, and that b) I would be equally fascinated.

No, it's still plate tectonics...just on a different plate.

Clearly I haven't had enough caffeine yet, because my first thought was to wonder what you might say to a thrift store to push its buttons and get it riled up.

I think of that as "Mock-eroni." Some blogger had dubbed it that, and I tripped across the recipe while researching something or other.

My GF was horrified recently to learn that I'd never seen it. Alas, it came along after kids and before grandkids. I'm sure we'll manage to find it somewhere on our TV package or online.

Benjamin Bridge is located in Nova Scotia's Annapolis Valley. Best known for its sparkling wines, which are on the wine lists of a few Michelin-starred restaurants. Unfortunately they're one of the very few wineries here on the East Coast without a tasting room or scheduled tours.

I have no personal knowledge of the place, but Portland's reputed to have a rockin' restaurant scene.

...always a last resort, of course...

Okay, now you're just trolling us.

Two months would suffice for Atlantic Canada. The rest doesn't really matter. (ducks, runs...)