To a bicycle tourist food is fuel. The need for calorie maximization separates this type of animal from the run-of-the-mill naked ape.
On more than one occasion, we astonished restaurant workers at all-you-can-eat buffets by the sheer quantity of food that two people our size can consume.
We particularly enjoy finding road-side produce stands, farmer’s markets and are delighted when hosts have a garden. They provide amazing variety to the tired old supermarket produce.
For example, a shopper is lucky to find three types of tomatoes — the roma, the cherry, and the eerily round one with uniformly red, magazine-model, airbrush perfect skin.
I read once (perhaps in Food of a Younger Land by Kurlansky), that in colonial America, there were scores cherry varieties being grown seasonally. This has largely been whittled down to a handful of commercial crops. The modern marvel of the supermarket demanded that food become cheap and hold up to rough distribution and long transit times. The world has benefited greatly from cheap and abundant food but variety has been largely lost.
That is why finding a roadside stand or a farmer’s market is such a treat. Our taste-buds have been tickled by new (to us) types of cucumbers, tomatoes, berries, cherries, peaches, pears, potatoes, radishes and onions. These are typically not uniform and unblemished, but they have ripened on the vine, tree or are freshly dug up.
If we ever settle anywhere long enough, I cannot wait to cultivate a new hobby that gets dirt under my nails.