Before the jaunt into the wilderness I filled up with the most delicious sliders that ever passed over my taste buds. I can't express how delicious these burgers were going down. I was speechless. To speak to anyone while enjoying these sliders would have ruined the dining experience. Not fine dining by all means. My 'cream' soda bottle balanced atop an orange traffic cone while my cardboard container [holding the second slider] sat on the ground with me squatting over a napkin protecting my white cords and blouse from the oozing juices of the burger.
This gourmet food truck needs to be put on everyone's 'to do' list. We found it in Pawtucket at the indoor farmer's market located in the old warehouses on Hope Street.
Ready to roll. The journey began in Pawtucket and continued to Attleboro, Cumberland, Lincoln, Glocester, Scituate returning through Providence eventually bringing me home to my petit villa. Of course, there were towns en route that I had never been to nor heard of in the state that is only 37 miles wide and 48 miles long, but claiming 460 miles of coastline.
One of the highlights of the tour was a small farm selling local fresh pies, pastries and breads. Mapleville Farm. Where else would that be located, but in Mapleville, RI. The cafe is owned and operated by  young adult siblings. Two sisters and two brothers that I had the pleasure of meeting and speaking with today. I spent $51 on their treats. It was my pleasure. As I sit here writing humbly at my desk sipping tea, I am enjoying one of the jam cookies. What a treat. I can't wait for more.
|Siblings front: Casey, Emma; back: Ben, Mike|