We traveled to Stowe, Vt., last weekend to witness the wedding of an old childhood friend. Here she is having her shoes photographed. They were very special shoes.
On our way up, we
stopped at the Farmer’s Diner in Quechee. Basically every single item on the menu is locally sourced. Like not just the stuff you’d expect, but also beans and grains. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven because I enjoyed an entirely local Reuben. Does anyone know how long it’s been since I’ve been reunited with my old friend, the Reuben? It’s been a long time.
Kristi has some dish called, I shit you not, Cock and Fire. It was Misty Knoll chicken in BBQ sauce in some kind of rollup arrangement. The wrap needed to have been grilled or warmed or something. They also had these delicious looking maple syrup and Strafford Organic Creamery milkshakes on the menu. We planned to order one for dessert but were tripped up by the blueberry cobbler.
We stopped at the Concord, NH food coop on our way home and not only found Kombucha dispensed from, like, a keg, to be purchased in bulk, but glass bottled yogurt from a local dairy. I don’t know if this will happen any time soon, but consider this my effort to enter the idea into the collective consciousness.