Yesterday was the first day of Fall grocery shopping. I bought corn, yams, potatoes, beets, looked for spaghetti squash but couldn’t find one, spinach, strawberries, a chicken roast, beef roast, and bacon for the beef roast. Maple syrup, the key ingredient for any Fall meal, was already waiting at home.
Kensington market is a lot of things to a lot of people. Some go for the bars or the coffee shops, or the coffee shop that lets you smoke weed; most people go for the vegetarian, latin, or tapas restaurants; and, of course, Kensington is most well know for its retro, second-hand clothing shops.
And some, like myself, enjoy Kensington Market by grocery shopping. The goal is to shop at as many different stores as possible. There’s seven fruit and produce stores to choose from, I usually go to at least two. Then there’s the butcher, the cheese shop, the Latin produce store (big slabs of cactus and tomatillos), the Ethiopian store (chick pease, split peas, lentils and rice all in burlap sacks), the seafood stores, health food stores, and bakery.
On Vancouver Island I shopped at farmers markets, but in Toronto it’s all about Kensington.