When midterms are haunting your dreams and papers are weighing you down, coffee is the one thing that will always be there to keep you going. Students tend to develop an unhealthy relationship with coffee quite soon after 101 Week, when they realize their professors were serious about all those readings. Next thing you know, it’s 9 a.m. on a Sunday, you have 200 pages of reading to do for Monday, and you’re sitting in the library hating your life. But at least you have coffee.
It always begins with having to mention to your friends that you have celiac disease, and can’t eat wheat, and therefore cannot eat at most restaurants. There are only so many times you can make your group of friends go for Thai food or all-you-can-eat sushi before you develop a guilt complex. So you say, “It’s OK, I’m sure they have salads,” which is even worse because you end up at a restaurant with nothing to eat but lettuce.
Local food also seems to always pack a flavourful punch incomparable to the imported and GMO products we find at grocery stores. Perhaps it’s merely a psychological effect, but consuming local food usually leaves me more satisfied and full, not to mention with a heightened sense of moral contentment.