Fruit Hunting


Oriental Harvest on a quiet Thursday morning.

When I think of exotic fruits, I remember my first trip through Chinatown as a teenager. Shop displays encompass sidewalks giving the sea of pedestrians little room to shuffle along. Shop keepers yell out, talk, and laugh with customers in Mandarin. Elderly women pull full shopping carts, caring little for feet they run over. And the displays! Piles upon piles of unknown fruits, vegetables, backpacks, trinkets and foul smelling dried fish. I grew up in Toronto, yet I felt culture shock for the first time. Chinatown is a world of its own, a place for inspiration and discovery. When our Food Theory assignment was to become a fruit hunter, I knew exactly where to go. Continue reading “Fruit Hunting”