As the growing season winds slowly to a close, I’m thinking about all the great local eating I’ve done this year. I didn’t get to canning like I’d hope this fall (blogged instead) but I do have a freezer full of local tomatoes prepared in various ways. I’ll be making and freezing a vat of winter squash soup this weekend. And on the road, from Paris to Pennsylvania, I’ve established a habit of seeking out places that serve foods from local producers. Case in point: The Farmer’s Diner in Quechee, Vermont. Almost everything on the menu here comes from with 70 miles.