The Antisocial Socialist

I attended an awesome workshop at Evergreen Brickworks on Indigenous Foodways. It consisted of a morning of cooking—we made Three Sisters Soup, bannock, cornbread, and wojapi, the last of which I have never had before and have decided is the Best. Thing. Ever, excepting the aforementioned soup, followed by a tour of the grounds and the Medicine Garden, lunch, and then a loooong talk about incorporating Indigenous ways of knowing and reconciliation in the classroom.

Evergreen Brickworks is beautiful. It's really how I imagine the solarpunk utopia after the Revolution. It's a bit of a pain to get to by transit so I never go, but this made me want to go more often, as I'm so impressed with what they're doing there.


If I'd known how easy this soup was to make, I'd be making it all the time.


An overhead view of the children's garden.


The Thrive garden, in which I saw a chipmunk.


The Medicine Garden, featuring white sage, sweetgrass, tobacco, cedar, raspberries, and unfortunately some ragweed that someone tracked in attempting to get to the raspberries.

It's so rare that I ever get anything useful out of PD that it's worth noting when I learn so much that I get a headache.