Fall joy

Well the last month has been a whirlwind. The main food-related highlight was my visit to Whittamore's farm in Markham, near the Rouge River with Greg, Michelle, and Arthur. They usually have pick-your-own berries, and we went there looking for some late season strawberries and raspberries. Alas, we were too late and the first frost had just happened a few days before, killing off the last crop.

We did, however, race wheelbarrows with a mom and her kid, pick up some pumpkins and amazing honeycrisp apples, and stuff our faces with farmfresh cheese curds, biscuits, rye crackers, and onion jam. Even if you think onion jam sounds gross, you should give it a try. Think caramelized onions with sugar added till they're gooey, and spread across a cracker with some aged cheddar. A-ma-zing.

And now for photos of said adventure...

Pretty pumpkins from the pumpkin patch:

Me, showcasing my amazing picture-ruining talents:
Me and Arthur, mid-wheelbarrow race:
Tiny pioneery-lookin' church on the property:Greg looking sad because the berries are all dead. We actually ate a couple of full-sized-but-still-green strawberries that had been sheltered from the frost by leaves, and they were delicious! I can only imagine that they would have been amazing given the opportunity to ripen.
Leaving Whittamore's:Then we went to Michelle's parents beautiful home in Scarborough, where I rolled in the leaves:Mrs. Hilscher was nice enough to supply us with bundles of her homegrown chard:And then we finally arrived back downtown with all our booty:All in all, a lovely fall foodventure. Up next, butternut squash madness!