full on detroit

My Great-Grandfather's fruit peddlers licence from Eastern Market

'Food culture' in the City of Detroit began with my French ancestors and ribbon farms on the river. Later, my Sicilian family continued the tradition by selling fruit at Eastern Market. My exploits in the food world haven't been in the city, but I have a keen feeling that sometime in my life I will become part of its production chain, keeping the legacy alive.

So, as the descendant of the original G's of Detroit food culture (and avid researcher/consumer) this article from The Urbanophile by Jim Griffioen is deeply meaningful to me. Shout outs to Honeybee, Supino's, and the beautiful chaotic teeming monster confluence of delight itself.

Not only does Griffioen use maps and beautiful photographs to de-bunk the myth of the olde food desert, but he does it with clarity, grace, and a hunger for those outside the region to stop essentalizing the City.

Well done!

NB: I did go to Pinwheel Bakery in Ferndale today after traffic on 75 got to hectic. Although there are awesome bakeries below 8 mile, this 9 mile treat did offer me one hell of an oatmeal cream pie (with cream cheese frosting filling) and a dulce de leche macaron with a hint of glitter. Yum!