I love one-stop shopping. Especially when it’s hot, I’ve got a 3 year old in tow, and we’re out of groceries. It’s moments like these that I’m grateful for the Storehouse in the Hydrostone. It’s gorgeous in there; the meat is beautifully displayed, their own preserves line the wall and local cheeses are tucked into a vintage ice box. A long wooden table sits in the centre of the shop, piled high with local produce. Today we choose a few pints of fresh raspberries and green and yellow zucchini. Three sirloin tips call our name. I’ve got Foxhill feta at home. There’s mint in the garden. I can see it all coming together. A debonaire 12 year-old in a fedora helps us at the cash. An apprentice, no doubt. I sigh. There’s dinner, done, just in time to dash across town to collect remaining sweaty boys from basketball camp.