I’m stuffed! I’ve been on my own in my home state of Michigan for 3 days and have essentially eaten any “made in Michigan” product I could find.
All those apple orchards I’ve been seeing are, of course, cherries as Grand Traverse bay is home to the annual cherry festival and that entire industry.
I can’t drive after drinking, but well groomed vineyards and new wineries (free tastings) are about every 5 miles up here. Those short airport / hotel vans shuttle tourists on winery sipping-fests, along with campers and hikers and hundreds of spandex clad day-glo shaded bicyclists in the coffee chops. And day-glo school busses shuttle wannabe bikers and canoeists either to or from their one-way day trips.
Of course farmers markets teem with berries and melons and tomatoes and peppers and cukes, things I noshed on with the Quakers Sunday morning. Impossibly fresh.
I hit a local grocery, to get some healthy food to eat at the hostel, and could not drag myself from the huge display with cherry jams, cherry juices, cherry salsa … and wine, wine, wine and more wine.
I took home chips and salsa (yum), and some Faygo pop, but I managed to leave the Better Maid chips. I will find a farmers market today.