I once spent a week on the 100-Mile Diet, a demanding regimen that requires every ingredient of every food you eat comes from within 100 miles of your home. I was living in Georgia at the time, which doesn't count wheat among its exports, which ruled out bread.

I once spent a week on the 100-Mile Diet, a demanding regimen that requires every ingredient of every food you eat comes from within 100 miles of your home. I was living in Georgia at the time, which doesn't count wheat among its exports, which ruled out bread.

Oh, and it was May, a time of year when farmers markets are filled with a hearty selection of lettuces and onions.

That was a tough week. I figured taking Local Matters' Eat Local Challenge in anticipation of Local Foods Week would be a piece of cake in comparison.

And it really was more of a fun challenge than a daunting one - a good refresher on the joys of eating locally.

Yeah, it may seem like every restaurant these days incorporates local, seasonal ingredients into their menu. That's not really the case, though - something I quickly realized while driving around town on a Monday evening with a growing-grumpier-by-the-minute toddler trying to grab some locally grown takeout.

My first two choices, Knead and Skillet, are both closed on Mondays, something I didn't check before hitting the road. Then I headed over to North Market, my backup, only to find that it's closed by 5 p.m. on Mondays. How did I not know that?

I crossed my fingers and headed toward Olde Towne East, where I actually let out a little squeal when I saw the lit "Open" sign on Black Creek Bistro.

While my daughter would probably argue otherwise, I think all that extra effort made my vegetable ravioli (sun-dried tomato pasta stuffed with roasted eggplant, doused in a pesto cream sauce and served with plenty of seasonal veggies straight from the owners' farm) taste even more delicious.

Local eating lesson No. 1: Being a devoted local eater requires some research.

The rest of my week wasn't nearly as difficult. I lunched on a beautiful Ohio-grown salad from Latitude 41, tried a new-to-me Ohio-grown food (mmm, Bluescreek Farm bacon) and woke up early on Saturday to venture out to the Bexley Farmers Market before all the good stuff was gone.

Oh, and I indulged in some Jeni's, too, just for fun.