Sweaty, panting, strips of hair sticking to the back of the neck, thighs burning – yep, that was me biking to the grocery store earlier this week. I can’t explain why I decided that biking to the grocery store in the middle of the day during a Georgia summer seemed like a good idea to me, but I’m going to blame it on my roommate who is a bicycling fiend. Regardless of what short in my brain prompted me to do this, I arrived at the DeKalb Farmer’s Market, wet, smelly and craving a galette. And not just any galette – a savory galette with flaky pastry packed to the brim with chicken, herbs and vegetables.