Day 25: Voulez Vous Coucher Avec French Toast Ce Soir

Here is my list of syrup holding breakfasts from most to least favorite:
1. Waffles
2. French Toast
3. Pancakes

I surprised myself with how much I've enjoyed pancakes the past couple weeks, so I decided it was time to try french toast. Besides, I'm out of flour until tomorrow so I can't make pancakes anyway.

Not too bad. My homemade bread is very dense and didn't soak up the batter as well as store-bought, so these were not as good as the pancakes, but still pretty tasty. Which means my list of syrup holding favorites needs to be amended when it comes to eating local. Now I just need to make waffles to invite further revelations.

For some reason all I brought to the Farmers' Market for lunch today was an apple and some cheese.


It wasn't enough, and left me feeling empty. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to cheat. I wanted something new and different. As I sat there smelling kettle corn and kabobs and staring at whoopie pies, I devised a plan. There was a way to break my diet without cheating. For this month my food must come from within 100 miles, which means buffalo from Clayville is perfectly acceptable, even though I do not usually eat meat. (As explained earlier, my meat intake is accidental, I eat around it in some dishes, but probably consume some, I've probably had soup made with chicken broth, and my friend Jimmy made a delectable brisket for his birthday that I was goaded into trying, and was then glad I did).

I bought one piece of Pepperjack Bison Jerky from American Buffalo in Clayville. I couldn't find a website for this farm, so the link leads to an interesting article about a rare white buffalo born on the ranch in 2007. My intentions were to eat half the jerky and give the other half to my boyfriend. I ate half, then ate the other half later with an apple. And although I can count the amount of times I've intentionally eaten meat in the past three years on one hand, my stomach feels fine. As I sat there masticating my jerky, I pictured happy buffalo grazing around, frolicking and drinking out of streams. I am not opposed to meat-eating, but I think if an animal is going to be eaten it should be treated humanely while it's alive and fed a natural diet. Call me crazy, but I could taste that this one was.


I figured if I'm going to start buying meat, why not go all out? My next stop was Promise Land Farm; my neighbor at the farmers' market, M.L., says they have THE best burgers, that each burger tastes like filet mignon. The proprietor of Promise Land explained to her that the burgers probably have some filet mignon in them. The burgers are made by using the whole cow, not just one cut or the cheap cut usually used for ground beef.


I bought a 1 pound four pack of burgers for $4.50 to bring home to Dick. I will not eat a whole one, but will likely try a bite when Dick cooks his.


Lastly, I made a purchase for the future. All month long the Amish whoopie pies have been staring me down. They're directly across from my booth and priced affordably, 1 for $1 or 5 for $4. I've had some whoopie pies in the past that have a marshmallow filling and I find them mundane. These whoopie pies taste like they're filled with cake frosting, and I've heard they're even better frozen. I bought 5 and stuck them in the icebox.

(Don't worry, I didn't break down and eat two. I gave one to Dick, and for photography's sake, left the duplicate chocolate-peanut butter pie in the freezer.)

For dinner I made a salad and finished my pasta with alfredo sauce.


After dinner I took the last of my hard cider and warmed it up with some mulling spices. It turns out this is not as good as regular mulled cider, and as a friend, I cannot recommend that you try it.