I am not a vegetarian. In fact, I am a bit of a carnivore and a junk food addict. I know, I know. It’s shameful and it’s unhealthy. But when I’m at Robart’s at 4am on a Tuesday, and only halfway through an analytic philosophy essay, all I want is a really big cheeseburger with extra grease. (And incidentally, Grease, is a great musical.) In fact, friends of mine tried to take me to a vegetarian restaurant the other week, and it turned out something like this:
All that being said, when the summer months roll around, I always start to realize that my diet of bacon, mashed potatoes and poutine just isn’t cutting it. So, I give myself any number of pep talks about how I’m finally going to do it this time. I’m going to eat healthy, get myself to the gym, and finally be able to dash from class to class without showing up as a wheezing mess while that pretentious kid from logic class laughs at me. (You know who you are.)
Summer is a great time to get healthy. There’s fresh produce, you’re not as hungry because of the sweltering heat, and it’s finally warm enough to get outside and get yourself to a farmer’s market, for inexpensive local products. (That are usually pretty healthy, too!)
And that’s where U of T has you covered. U of T really does want you to be healthy. And that’s why I was pretty excited to head over to U of T’s first summer farmer’s market. For the rest of the summer, they’ll be taking place every Thursday from 2-5pm in front of Sid Smith Hall.
Walking by these tents, I stopped to check out some vegetables from Fresh City Farms.
I walked by some maple popcorn that looked absolutely delicious. And then… Well, then… I discovered the vegan bakery tent:
Never before had I considered eating, or even getting near a vegan pastry. But I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, and I was so hungry. And all I can say is that I would consider killing someone to get my hands on more of that vegan banana bread. (Which just might defeat the purpose of veganism… huh.)
In a lovely complement to the farmer’s market, the Willcocks pedestrian zone is fully functioning, so once you’ve picked up your local-healthful-snack, you can sit under one of the umbrella-covered patio tables, or lounge on the lawn as you watch significantly-more-athletic-people-than-me play basketball on the half-court.
And while I may not yet be a converted health-addict, when I walked by my favourite poutine truck, I didn’t even think twice, I walked right on by.
(Wait, that last bit was a lie, I stopped to take a picture!)
Maybe one of these days I’ll actually muster up the courage to walk into the Athletic Centre.