A waste of slow

This morning me and Nomes went to visit Uncle Smithamsy (one of our most dependable volunteers from Credo)'s church.

Afterwards, the three of us went with Karen to A Taste of Slow, which was a slow food (sort of the opposite of fast food) festival at the Abbotsford Convent. Slow food's supposed to be about stuff like preserving traditional ways of growing, preparing and eating food, which are threatened by golbalisation. It's also supposed to be about making people aware of where their food has come from, how it has produced and how it's gotten to them, and it's supposed to be about creating community around shared meals. The festival, however, turned out largely to be pretentious yuppy rubbish. There wasn't really even very much real food. Most of it was wine and cheese and jam and stuff. Not much of the plates or cutlery were reusable, which is why I called this post 'A waste of slow.'
All this said, the Ark of Taste was really good. They had a whole heap of foods in there that are in danger of becoming extinct, and you could find out a whole heap of stuff about how they were made, from the people who made them. Did you know that vinegar is (traditionally) made by adding mother of vinegar ('a slime composed of yeast and acetic acid bacteria') to alcohol?