Yesterday was largely devoted to a series of lovely food quests, with scrottie's fine company. It was my first real day back on a bicycle since wrapping up Froinlavin in Paris. I'm still recovering from certain long-distance ailments (subject of yet another post), but I wasn't going to let those get in the way of the food quests.
First stop, the Old Cheney Road farmer's market. Tomatoes are just coming into season out here, which is still taking me somewhat by surprise, after 11 years spent in more southerly states. The farmer who sold me cherries had what he figured were the last of the peaches - luscious beauties. Another place had some good-smelling melons, beautiful Anaheim peppers, bushy bunches of kale, and squeaky-tight heads of cabbage. Sold. Then I saw the sign for "Siberian Tomatoes: Roast 'em." The guy running the stand had precise instructions: slice in half, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle on some chopped garlic and herbs of choice, and roast for 20-30 minutes in a 350-degree oven. Sold.
After a bit of gelato, we got back on the road and stopped in at Open Harvest, the organic grocery co-op. I missed that place, and I'll really miss it when I move away. We dropped off the goods at the homestead, save a half-gallon of milk, and then set our wheels for the countryside. My boss is currently out of town, but offered us some of his tomatoes, so we headed out to see what we could find and also to visit his father-in-law and drop off the milk.
I was hungry by the time we got out there, and boy did those sun-warmed, ripened Juliets taste amazing.
All told, we rode 47.5 miles in the quest for tomatoes. The weather was perfect, and the roasted tomato-cheese pasta tasted phenomenal at dinnertime.