i love buttertarts

it's funny but i made this post a while back and forgot about it.

this morning i woke up thinking about buttertarts and how very much i love them so

and how i needed to go to omemee

for some more.

so here's a forgotten post that mirrors the ride i'm actually taking again today

under much colder

blustery

snowy rainy

conditions.

i'll document this ride also and you'll see how very different

things are just a few weeeks later!

i notice that the trees and grass are still colourful.

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oh i really, really love buttertarts.

really a lot!!

so

the promise of

the taste

of a fine homemade buttertart

(a really super homemade buttertart)

saw me put my bike on the trail

to the little town of omemee once again.

it was

a beautiful

windy blustery rainy

sort of day.

ideal for a long journey.

there was

not a soul on the trail

but myself.

the wind was in my face for the journey west,

but the slower pace allowed me to really enjoy the farmer's fields

and the wetlands

the signs all pointed west, so on i went

past silver birch long bare

and suddenly i was there!!!

land of the delectable tasties i crave . . .

a little main street omemee bakery named "rubies roost".

here's sherie and her mum - the proud owners.

they had just pulled a batch of buttertarts out of the oven.

so i tested one for them

("exceptional" was my judgement!)

and drained a mug of columbian joe to

add fuel to my return trip.

i bought six.

and rode them

very carefully back home

seventeen kilometres . . .

because i believe in sharing my fortune!