Locally LOST. Confessions of a local foodie

Im not sure why, but this usually happens to me a Longos. I seem to "cheat" on my local food growers and buy produce "from some one else". I say "its not you" to the frozen broccoli and soft apples, "its me". I want fresh green broccoli, crisp brilliant apples and Watery crunchy celery. I want more. I want mango juice and not from my freezer berries. I want to eat light for a change. I want a break from the heavy cooked meals. So heavy, so cooked. I want light, fresh pretty foods. No more meat, not for a little while. Give me colour and something juicy. PLEASE. OK, there. I feel better having said all that. Eating Local in the winter, just as I thought is VERY challenging. a Bit boring, monotonous and repitisious. Not that there is anything wrong with any of those things. In fact, its comforting, just like marriage. But I need some more passion in the kitchen. I wonder how the Candaians did it. Were they miserable and dull and cold all winter long? God, its times like this that I wish my grandmother was here. If only I could call her and ask. What was a true Candaian winter like before major food imports? Hmm..... I feel a little research project comming on. I'll hit the library this weekend.