I took my client out to Welland Community Orchard & wheeled him around the community orchard park. He had never been there before & loved seeing everything there. It was a lovely post-lunch outing.

These are some of the purple flowering broccoli plants that we grow in our raised bed food gardens at the community orchard park.

#FoodSecurity #FoodSystems #FoodEquity #GrowFood #GrowVeggies #WellandCommunityOrchard #FoodGarden

I told my client the story of how one of my galpals is obsessed with stealing condiment packets from BC Ferries while aboard any BC ferry or inside their terminals. She mostly aims for the Coffee Mate packets but will also stuff her purse/pockets with other condiments & wood/plastic utensils too. Her reasoning is that we pay a lot of taxes & for ferry service fees, so taking extra condiments/utensils won't be hurting the corporation. When she first told me this personal fact, we were in our 30s, en route to Pender Island for a galpals retreat. When we got to her Grandma's cottage there - she dumps out all of her stolen BC Ferries condiments loot. It filled the kitchen table surface 🤣

My client laughed so hard - saying, I can almost picture that scene! Then, he tells me that he is also guilty of pocketing condiments packets from BC Ferries 😂 Telling me, they're useful for when you're traveling/camping & he also figured since we pay a lot for using the government owned ferries, those condiment packets belong to the people. We laughed some more. I admitted that, I'm also a free #condiments pocketer, on #BCFerries. We laughed again 😅

High seas, condiments pirates.
Kind of, but not really.

@PhoenixSerenity I pocket condiments too! For my son. In fairness, the condiment in question ISN'T available for sale in any way. I don't know why. We store the pods in empty plastic pretzel nugget containers.

I should note that I always buy plenty of stuff from the place, and tip generously.

@PhoenixSerenity
My grandmother lived through the Great Depression. Apparently she used to grab all the condiments she could whenever she went out to a restaurant. The family used to joke about it. They said she'd even pour the contents of the sugar bowls into her purse.

Once there was a terrible fire at a nightclub in our area. A huge number of people were burned to death. When we found that there was a silver ladle among my grandmother's stuff with the name of that nightclub on the handle, we used to joke that she pulled it out of the charred and crispy hand of a waiter! 🤣

@Quasit @PhoenixSerenity

The depression was a really formative experience. My former aunt-in-law was a child at the time, living on a dust bowl farm in Texas. She not only took condiments but also had a plastic-lined purse for buffets and a chest freezer filled with what seemed like hundreds of frozen half-eaten big macs and other never-to-be-defrosted leftovers.

@PhoenixSerenity @AdrianRiskin @Quasit

My grandma had the opposite reaction to the great depression. Once she became an adult, she never wanted to wear anything homemade ever again.