canada peaches

While we were vacationing up near Traverse City, MI this past weekend, Brandon and I stopped at a little roadside farm market to get firewood and hopefully some local cherries. There were no cherries to be found, but Brandon did find the largest peaches I've ever seen and excitedly chose a bag. He was already walking up to check out when I noticed the sign that said "Canada Peaches." We went ahead and got them anyway trying to calculate how far from the Canada boarder we were and hoping they were from somewhere as close as possible. Afterward I wished we'd at least have said something, asked why they had Canadian peaches instead of Michigan ones.
I'm trying to work up the nerve to be a pest when I go out to eat, especially at the local places here in Holland. There's no reason the "Leed Certified" "green" hotel in town shouldn't serve local sustainable food in its "bistro." I often think of my choices to purchase local food as my way of using my voice in the market economy, but now I think it's time to start using my actual voice.