Visiting the Grocery Store

We just came home from Shakespeare in Delaware Park. All's Well that Ends Well is a long play. And the outdoor theater is all about picnicking. We made some dinner to take with us. Jon made fresh bread this afternoon. We had some zucchini and mixed up a little pesto and pasta and had a great feast. But then we saw the people with strawberry shortcake and M & Ms and chocolate cake and suddenly found ourselves feeling like we were missing something.

We needed more flour for bread-making tomorrow. So we stopped at Wegmans, our local grocery store, on the way home. While we were planning this local eating effort we thought about flour and wheat. Western New York is great for growing a lot of things, but we don't remember seeing wheat among them. So we scoped out local mills and the specialty flour in the super-market. We diecided that for the first few weeks we would purchase the closest flour we could find, which happens to be milled in Vermont. We don't know if the wheat is grown there or not, but going without bread at all from the beginning seemed mor ethan we could do. So we bought some flour.

We looked at the ice cream made locally, but it has corn syrup and other stuff we knew was not local. Jon prepared for this, he has been making his own ice cream for a couple months now. So we went to check out the milk. It turns out the Wegmans organic milk is probably within our 100 mile range. From a careful read of the label it looks like most of the milk comes from outside Rochester which is in our area. So we came home with some milk and flour. That was all. I thought maybe we'd find something else that met our criteria, but no such luck.

My lesson for the day was that late night trips to the grocery store will be much cheaper than they used to be.