The first time I went grocery shopping I was 21 years old. I recall it distinctly because it was not something I had done before. Until then, apart from investigating Belgium chocoates at Holt Renfrew, I had escaped the peril of larder provision by having lived either at home, in a boarding school during prep school or in a men’s residence while persuing undergraduate studies. After that however things changed. When I got to law school in Halifax, Nova Scotia I lived on Seymour Street in Domus Legis while attending my first year of studies. I shared a room with George Horan. There was a common kitchen located at the end of the hallway for use by us and the other two residents (who had individual rooms). Significantly there was no Great Hall nearby for meals. Instead a grocery store on Spring Garden Road was close by the basement pub we frequented in the Lord Nelson Hotel.