One of the great delights of life is to tool around to the different farmers' markets, stalls and farms in search of autumn's great bountiful. This past Sunday didn't disappoint. I'd been hoping to make a cranberry-apple crisp for a birthday, and we scored some frozen ones at the Ottawa's Farmer's Market along with Carleton's famous jerk rub. Oh yes, and being the farm girl from St. Catharines, how could I pass up the luscious concord grapes that had just arrived from Beamsville? The corn proved a tad expensive, so we moved down to Cyrville Road where there's a chipwagon and a fresh produce stand with corn from the countrified part of Quebec. Why stop there? We head down Hawthorne Road to Kiwan Farm, an actual working farm just past Hunt Club Road. We used to get our stuff from across the road, but alas, poor old Ivor, who used to run Limeydale, was felled by a heart attack this year. His farm lays untouched, tractors unridden, crops untended. H...
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