Take a drive southeast of Auckland to Clevedon and Whitford and you're likely to leave with a full stomach and a carload of goodies, writes Prue Dashfield.
The Whitford and Clevedon area is horse country. Go there on a Sunday and you can eat like one.
If the girlfriend, the terrier and I had gone to Royal Ascot, we couldn't have found a deeper, more delectable nosebag than the busy Clevedon Village Farmers' Market. Stallholders here truly understand the importance of the complimentary sample — but as I can't abide greediness I leave at least one morsel per platter, sometimes even two, for other customers to share.
Consequently, I have to buy a Cornish pasty and an Eccles cake to plug the small but worrying gap that, left unattended, could collapse my entire digestive apparatus. Both are sublime as is, apparently, the terrier's wonton from Miss Maggie's Barkery and Dog Deli.
If the sole purpose of your trip is to scoff food in an informed manner you could join any one of Trisha Murdie's four to six hour Black Rabbit gourmet tours of food artisans and wineries. But our mission is to feed our faces while exploring this terra incognita and so, to the shops!