A modest proposal for the anti-vaccination folks

I don’t talk about disease much, but it is a reality of urban life. When we group together, we make ourselves vulnerable. The internet is heaving with arguments over vaccination at the moment, and arguments have become rather over the top on both sides. I will admit to being blissfully unaware of this issue until it came home to roost last year. Measles ripped through my university, which is located in a bible-belt area of British Columbia, and thus some people opposed to vaccines on religious grounds, and also near to the city of Vancouver, which holds many people skeptical of the sort of “big science” that produces vaccines. Thanks to these two forces, my university doesn’t have “herd protection”; too many people are not vaccinated. I found myself worriedly going to my doctor to check if I was actually protected against such diseases, and it turned out that I’d had boosters for MMR, but somehow had missed the chicken pox vaccine. I quickly got the vaccine, and spent a week with a really painful lump on my arm; I respond badly to vaccines. But in the long run, given my community isn’t vaccinating, it seemed like a safe bet. I work in a high risk job when it comes to exposure to illness, and have to protect myself.

The whole experience got me thinking about vaccines in general, and what I see as the fundamental flaw in the anti-vaccination crowd’s thinking. The goal of vaccines isn’t to protect individual children; that is secondary. The goal is to eliminate the targeted disease. Let’s consider an example; smallpox was a truly fierce disease. The more serious form killed anywhere between 20% to 40% of its victims, and often left survivors scarred and blind. If you look online at some of the surviving photos of smallpox, I challenge you not to shudder in horror. The vaccine for smallpox was painful, a bit dangerous, and left a scar, but it was a lot better than a roughly one in four chance of dying. And vaccination was incredibly successful; today we don’t have to argue about vaccinating our children for smallpox, as it was declared extinct in the wild in 1979. So now no one has to risk the disease, and no one has to risk the vaccine. Score one for science.
So here is my modest proposal to all of the folk out there wondering about vaccines; if you really want to limit the overall potential suffering from vaccines, vaccinate your children. Vaccinate yourselves. In a single generation we could send more of these terrible illnesses to oblivion.  And then there would be no need for these vaccines any more. We are very close to eliminating polio, and measles and mumps could be eliminated as well. It requires worldwide cooperation, but the results are permanent, and our grandchildren won’t need the vaccine and won’t get the disease. Simple, all it requires is that we take a limited risk for the good of society as a whole.

Saskatoon berries

The prairie regions of Canada aren’t as well known for their foods as the coastal and central regions of the country, but one food that most people have heard about is the Saskatoon berry. With the shape of a blueberry and a rich purple colour, the Saskatoon at its best is rich and almost nutty in flavour. When slightly less ripe it can be quite sour and astringent; Saskatoons are at their best when they are as ripe as possible. Saskatoon berries grow on a fairly robust woody bush, and the leaves can be made into a tea. The berry was very important to the indigenous people of the plains; they ate the berries fresh and also dried them into blocks for storage. The solid lumps of berries could be reconstituted in the winter months, or were powdered and mixed with bison meat to make pemmican.

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A slice of Saskatoon berry pie

Today Saskatoon berries are most often eaten as jam or in pies, and growers are trying to market the berry as a superfood, as they are very high in fibre and vitamins. I recently enjoyed a slice of Saskatoon pie, and was reminded of how wonderful this fresh and filling berry is. The town of Saskatoon, by the way, is named after the berry, which gets its name from the Cree word Misāskwatāmin.

Mapping the Agricultural Land Reserve

I’ve been away from my keyboard this fall after getting married, but research into agricultural land use has continued at our Agriburban Research Centre. A highlight of the last few weeks was the Oct 1st series of lightning talks on the ALR that our team staged at UFV to celebrate the opening of our gallery exhibition of maps and images from our amazing region. We had a really strong series of speakers; Dr. Lisa Powell spoke on the history of the ALR, local farmer Amir Mann discussed the opportunities and challenges for young farmers, urban planner Brendan Hurley outlined how the ALR has shaped urban development in our area, Hannah Wittman explored the importance of local food systems, Kim Sutherland from the Ministry of Agriculture reminded us all how valuable our local soils are, and Head of Agriculture at UFV Tom Baumann highlighted the tensions of farming on the rural/urban fringe. The talks were recorded and will be posted later in the year on the website of the Agriburban Research Centre.

The highlight of the event for me was the gallery opening, where we presented our maps of the ALR South of the Fraser River to the public. A few images below show exactly how much land we have for farming. Green represents the ALR, and purple are lands that have been excluded over the last 40 years. A great evening was had by all as we enjoyed local food and wine from the regions mapped out on the walls. Presenting the maps in this way was an experiment, but quite a successful one. Great thanks to Dr. Lisa Powell and Jen Nickel for making the exhibit happen! The exhibit will be moving to the Reach Gallery in Abbotsford for the first two weeks of November as well. The maps themselves will be online at the ARC website soon.

The gallery before opening, with the composite map on the far wall

The gallery before opening, with the composite map on the far wall

One of the regional maps. All maps will soon be available on the ARC website

One of the regional maps. All maps will soon be available on the ARC website

Spirited discussion followed the lightning talks

Spirited discussion followed the lightning talks

The Arbutus Line: Railway barons, green cities, and urban nature

Vancouver’s has a tempest in a teapot brewing on the West Side, in a neighbourhood better known for garden parties. In short, CP Rail today started tearing up community gardens to somehow up the ante against the city in what has to be the worst bit of corporate PR I have seen in a very long while. CP wants to sell the Arbutus rail line for housing, and the city wants to buy the line for future transit use and greenway space, at a much lower price. Now let us be clear, CP does currently have the right to clear the land, but let’s also be clear they were given the land for free back in the day when railway barons were lined up for corporate welfare from government, and let’s also be clear that the land is unceded Musqueam territory. So one could argue the city is squatting, the railway is squatting, and the gardeners are squatting.It is likely this fight will drag on for a while yet, with more gardens falling to the ax, and we might, before this plays out, see a train or two trundle down the rotting tracks to turn around and trundle back again. Motorists will be briefly outraged.

The rail line is to the left

The rail line is to the left

But what is being lost in this is the railway itself. As much as I hate to see mature fruit trees getting knocked down, I think the real danger is that we will forget how priceless a wide right of way going from False Creek to the Fraser River really is. It is priceless for transit, connecting 4th Avenue, Broadway, the rapidly developing Arbutus Corridor, Kerresdale, and on to Marpole. It could even wrap from Olympic Village Station right to Marine Drive Station. The city simply can’t afford to lose the track. However it is also priceless as a greenway. A clear path from water, over the crest, and to water again. That sort of thing just doesn’t exist in most cities. With a little work a streetcar could share the right-of-way with a green path connecting all of these neighbourhood hubs. And like it or not, unless CP can find some customers lurking along the line, the railway is going to look like the bully.

The Arbutus line is also drenched in history. The Sockeye Limited ran from downtown Vancouver to Steveston along the right of way, bringing workers from Japantown and Chinatown to the fish canneries, and then returning with fresh milk and produce from Richmond farms. The Limited ran at least every half hour, a service level one has to envy today. It was a critical link in a transit system torn up in the early 1950’s, a transit system superior in some ways to what we have today. In my perfect world, a lovely transit line would run up the corridor, and the rest of the space could be used for gardens and recreation. We could even cut and cover a streetcar system, and build a broad linear park above.

It is also interesting that very little is being said about the loss of greenery and habitat along the line. CP of course has zero need to clear as wide a right-of-way as they are clearing, but urban nature just doesn’t command much respect. This is a great shame, though nature will, ultimately, be found to be the owner of the right-of-way, though it might have to wait a few millenia for final judgement.

Summer food fact: Ice cream sandwiches should melt

I love summer, and I love enjoying some of the special foods that are best when the weather outside is at its hottest. Ice cream has been fueling fun summer food memories for generations now, and is such a lovely trick of chemistry, cream and air combining to make something smooth and ethereal. I was particularly fond of ice cream sandwiches as a child, despite the incredible mess they made as the ice cream melted and dripped. I thus shared the internet’s concern when ice cream sandwiches from a certain giant corporation were found to not melt at all.

The more science-oriented food blogs ran with this disturbing news, and showed that the stability of these ice-cream sandwiches is due to the addition of calcium sulfate, guar gum, and cellulose gum, which make up for the lack of cream and thickeners such as eggs in the industrial ice cream sandwich. Now I should make it clear these substances aren’t totally terrible for a person. Cellulose gum is the safest, as it isn’t really even digestable, though it can act as a laxative. Guar gum and calcium sulfate both can disrupt digestion, and some studies link guar gum to cancer. But I’ve seen worse things in food, so I decided to see how these sandwiches stuffed with filler actually taste.

Bad. They taste bad. The punch my childhood memories in the gut and leave them curled in a ball on the sidewalk. They taste like what they are: inedible filler! Granted they are very cheap, but at what cost? Who is going to remember them fondly?

Feeling somewhat like I needed someone to restore summer for me, I sought out Vancouver Island’s Cold Comfort Ice Cream where I found amazing ice cream sandwiches. I indulged in this lovely honey graham flavoured ice cream sandwich.

Summer is saved!

Summer is saved!

This little gem was likely the best ice cream sandwich I’ve ever had. The ice cream was rich and creamy and the cookie was delicious and crisp. As I savoured my sandwich, the ice cream melted, soaking into the cookie. Bliss!

Quality comes with a price, of course. My lovely sandwich was about 15 times more expensive than the cheap ones from the discount store that must not be named, and six times more than the cheap ice cream bars sold in corner stores. But that’s the rub, isnt it? There is no way to produce a quality product for the price of industrial food. And so I would rather have a couple of good ice cream sandwiches over the summer than gorge on a box of cellulose-laden cheap sandwiches. Thanks to Cold Comfort for giving me the choice!

 

Toronto roti, Vancouver style

A perfect evening

A perfect evening

I lived in Toronto for seven years, and there are things about Canada’s largest city I still miss. Simple things, like the sound of the streetcar wires on a cold morning, or the way the thunderstorms lash the old brick buildings with cooling rain on baking summer days. I miss the Herculattes at Moonbeans coffee in Kensington Market, and I miss the hangover specials at Mars Diner in Little Italy. But the thing I miss most of all is the roti, and recently I was chatting with a Toronto expat and she too was craving the hot spicy wraps that Toronto dishes up out of storefronts such as Gandhi Roti, which I have written about here before.
Faced with a renewed craving, I hunted around and found, to my delight, that Indian Roti Kitchen at Cambie and 13th is serving up a really good Toronto style roti, which is a roti bread stuffed with Indian food, in my case a nice spicy malai kofta curry. And the Indian Roti kitchen is delivering a great and reasonably priced roti. I’ve been back, and both times I was very impressed with the flavours, though they could go a little spicier on their spicy rotis. Rotis are a great take-out food, and as I sat on the beach contentedly munching away, I began to get curious about this odd food. In Toronto roti is very common, and is either East Indian, such as the ones they are serving up at Indian Roti Kitchen, or West Indian, usually a really spicy curry. But where did this food come from? Why does it come in two very different forms?
A little research suggests that using a roti as a wrap originated in Trinidad in the 1940’s as a way to serve spicy curries as a fast food. Hummingbird Roti in San Fernando claims to be the first place to do this, but it spread very rapidly. They are also popular in Guyana. The roti bread and the name came to the Caribbean along with indentured servants from India. However the West Indian dish, both curry and bread, is quite different from the East Indian version found in cities such as Toronto. Who started making a Caribbean dish based on Indian bread with typical Indian roti and curry? Likely someone in Toronto, Montreal, or New York, as the dish is found in all of those cities. The odds are reasonable that East Indian roti wraps are a Canadian innovation! As many people online note, roti with East Indian filling isn’t the same as the West Indian variety, but given roti is originally from India, it is an example of a food that has been modified multiple times. Definitely reason for further study!

Trout Lake Market turns 20

I’ve been taking some time away from blogging to work on some other projects, but the 20th anniversary of the Vancouver Farmers’ Markets deserves some celebration. It is hard to imagine how much has changed in Vancouver’s food scene since 1994. At the time there was no mechanism for direct sales in Vancouver, and so the small band of farmers, crafters, and community members who set up in the parking lot of the Croatian Cultural Centre were technically breaking the law.  The idea of local food was still radical, and the idea of using parking lots for anything other than cars seemed a little crazy. I imagine that those first steps into a market culture felt anything but certain.

The cake was bursting with local berries!

The cake was bursting with local berries!

Oh how much has changed. VFM is a multi-million dollar non-profit operating a growing set of bustling markets that operate on nearly every day of the week. We have a winter market, a holiday market, and highlight the best local foods of the region. The market has helped feed a culinary rennaisance in Vancouver. Kale and arugula and rare cultivars of just about every fruit and vegetable are now common, but twenty years ago Vancouverites had to make do with a shockingly poor selection of farm goods on offer at the big grocers. Food trucks prowl our streets, giving us an alternative to fast food. The markets have helped create social spaces in our notoriously insular city, drawing people out to mingle and picnic. The markets have encouraged the restaurant scene, which has grown exponentially over the last decades, driven by a more adventurous public and cutting edge chefs.

Ultimately, what the market gave us was choice. VFM didn’t single-handedly reform Vancouver’s food scene, but it was an important piece of the puzzle in a general resistance to the boring, limited diet offered by the food system of the late 20th century. Vancouver’s markets rank as some of the very best in the world, largely due to their dedication to the pillars of quality and locality. A hub of innovation, the markets continue to evolve; the introduction of craft alcohol sales promises to highlight the exciting and growing worlds of brewing, winemaking, and distilling in our region. New foods continue to debut at the market, and we are reaping the rewards of a growing urban farm population alongside of a new generation of conventional producers. 20 years in, the sky is really the limit. So happy anniversary, VFM. Here’s to the next 20 years.