Thanksgiving weekend (in Canada) rolls around and suddenly all you hear about is turkey, turkey, turkey for an entire four days. But you know what, I've never really been a fan. My own brother had it right when he joked online about the much fussed-about gobbler, "Oh turkey, even though your meat is dry and must be covered up in cranberry sauce, your smaller and more succulent cousin, the chicken, thanks you for the weekend off." My sentiments exactly.
So if I'm up at the crack of dawn every morning this long weekend, you better bet it's not because I'm toiling over a butterball. To me Thanksgiving has always been about the starters and the side dishes. The bird itself is an afterthought.
This morning I took a trip to the St. Lawrence Market (92 Front Street E) to pick up some of the produce I'll need for my side fixings. I'm so pumped about everything surrounding the turkey, that I wanted to share a few photos of the journey in preparation of our holiday feast. We celebrate Sunday, so that we have a day to detox.
|This picture was kind of a cool mistake. It's us walking down Yonge St. before the sun gets up to beat the market crowd.|
|My absolute favourite Thanksgiving vegetable? Leeks, leeks, and more leeks. You'll see why soon in a related post.|
|I wanted to take home all of these beautiful Dahlias at the market. Wouldn't they make great centerpieces?|