Some years back there was a campaign for good food and healthy eating with the slogan, “You Are What You Eat.” In fact, it started as a television series in the UK and spread from there. It’s an adage I’ve tried to follow, but obviously, when traveling, it’s far more difficult than at other times.
Here in the Finger Lakes, as I’ve been saying, life pretty much revolves around food production and wineries. There’s a good-sized Amish and Mennonite community whose pristine farms line the roads with cabbages, corn and other vegetables. We started our outings today with one of the markets they attend, and ogled the variety. After that, we went on to a “Garlic Festival’ at one of the wineries, an event brimming with oils and vinegars to buy in flavors you’d never think of, honeys of every variety, and, needless to say, real garlic—not the store-bought stuff that’s virtually tasteless, but garlic that sings and zings in your mouth. No “EEEE-uwwwws” here, please; this was delicious stuff. And finally, we ended the day with a ‘wine walk’ in the town of Canandaigua, going from shop to shop, tasting wines and cheeses, cookies and dips.
But one man’s meat is another man’s poison, as the saying goes. Here at our B and B the day starts with what the innkeeper obviously views as a gourmet breakfast. This morning this consisted of tea, mango juice and pure grape juice shots (nothing like Welch’s). There was a gigantic blueberry muffin waiting on our plates as we sat down, swiftly followed by peaches on whipped feta atop bruschetta with a balsamic reduction. Before the last bite was down, blueberry pancakes were staring us in the eye with two rashers of bacon, baked with a sprinkle of sugar and walnuts. Finally, with hardly a second to spare, a mound of sliced strawberries sitting on a split scone sat in front of us, pretty as a picture. I won’t describe yesterday’s breakfast in such detail, but I will tell you it ended with wine ice cream on chocolate cookies.
Oh, my, but you look wonderful 🙂 Mention of your market finds, wine tastings and the B&B breakfast are foods that are beyond anything I’ve heard of before. Whipped feta??
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Not sure which photo you’re referring to, Ali, in saying I look wonderful–I’m not in the photo in this post (I do fancy wearing an Amish bonnet sometimes but haven’t taken it up as yet). Yes, some of the foods we encountered today were wonderful though we both feel the breakfasts could be somewhat smaller. Maybe we’re just traditionalists. Staying in B and Bs has certainly been an experience.
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Not referring to any photo; I was referring to the title of this post — You Are What You Eat — when I say “…you look wonderful.” Because you’ve sampled so many fine foods of late 🙂
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Oh crumbs…sorry! Missed that on a wave of wine.
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