Head to St. Jacobs Farmers Market For Max Country Flavah Flave
As you step out of your car and into a cloud of gravel road dust and maneur smell, you will almost instantly revert back to a simpler time. This charming Mennonite town of St. Jacob’s is home to the largest year round market in the world, wheelin and dealin an extensive selection of wares ranging from leather belts to oversized pickles.
Do these have anything to do with each other? Maybe …
At any rate, its all much more agreeable than the tacky kitchen trinkets (“bless this mess”), glam martini rimmers and high heel cake slicers that can be found in the market in the town part of St. Jacobs, 3 KM away from the market. Those are kind of fun if you’re doing the “girl’s day” thing with your mom (which, in this particular instance, it just so happens I was …) but otherwise, stick with the Market and you’ll save yourself some serious eye rolling, scoffing, sarcastic frolicking, and vomitting.
But in all seriousness though, even if you aren’t in the market for some Old Colony threadz the market is an experience in and of itself. It’s such a treat for the senses. The sound of fiddling buskers will fill your ears with joy, fresh treats (ie - free samples) abound, and it’s so busy on Saturdays that you’re pretty much bound to get felt up in some manner.
It’s an hour and a half from Toronto, but the journey will fly by as you press your face against the window to ogle at picturesque red barns and dream of fudge.
Join me for a a country jaunt featuring some highlights of my trip to St. Jacobs market.
Not lying about the red barns and cows.
My mom insisted that this was her very favourite “Ontario scene”. I indulged her incredulously and took a picture as we sped by on the highway, but I can’t help but agree. It really is perfect. The holstein cows all doing their thang, the slaughterhouse-esque red barn, phallic sillos, the eerie tinge the car window cast over the picture. Sigh. A perfect picture of our true North, strong and free.
The usual fudge-spects.
I mean really, how predictable can we be here?
The point of this picture though, is that the entire day I pestered my mom with would you rather and desert island questions. I think a favourite fudge is something you should know about everyone you love. Mine is peanut butter chocolate, FYI. But to be quite honest, I tend to opt for flavours I don’t like as much because for me fudge is the slipperiest of slopes and if I have free reign on a block of PB chocolate, I will become a monster.
Beignets, butter tarts, and bags o’ candy floss. Super special indeed.
I opted not to straight up fill my mouth with free lard like this uncouth demon (my mom) but I did have a most agreeable ginger snap moments after this was taken.
A fiesta of flavours!
Now check out these fresh and fearsome pickles! They’re so fresh they look like cukes on sticks hanging in brine. I really wanted one of these at the time but now that I think of it, it would be weird to just eat a whole cucumber on a stick.
The obligatory seasonal purchases: asparagus and rhubarb. To be turned into jam and a goat cheese tart, respectively. The tart ruled. The jam kind of failed. In fact, we made the jam from a recipe book we bought in the town of St. Jacob for $2.95. It claimed to be all Mennonite jams and jellies recipes, however it called for Jell-O and I’m not sure if Mennonites really get down with Jell-O.
I hope you get to check out this wonderful spot soon and I hope you have better luck with your rhubarb jam.