This is not an expression of some deep-seated need for self-mutilation or deprivation. There are a lot of perfectly normal reasons why I decided to stop eating for 72 hours.Read more "The 30-Hour 3-Day Water Fast"
You can’t really dry chanterelles, or so I was told by a guide for the Mushroom Gathering at Breitenbush, a cheerful graying adventurer called Animal. Animal says he dries chanterelles because there are people who want to buy dried chanterelles from him, but the texture is unsatisfactory. It’s better to preserve these choice mushrooms by […]Read more "Freezing Chanterelles"
I’m very curious about eating road kill. My modification on a vegetarian diet is that I will eat anything that I have the fortitude to hunt, clean, and cook myself. If I don’t have the guts to kill it, or I’m squeamish of processing its guts, I don’t get to eat its guts. But what […]Read more "To grill or not to grill the roadkill?"
SingleCut Brewery hosts “Ladies’ Night” seminars on beer every month at their brewing headquarters and taproom in Queens. Footage of the Rolling Stones was projected on a wall and stacks of records were on display behind the bar. Welcome to SingleCut Brewery, one of New York’s finest breweries, located (more precisely) in Queens. Last month, […]Read more "Brewing Bad"
Growing up in Maryland we simply referred to the homestead of our family friend as “the farm.” When I was a kid, the farm had horses for us to ride, hay lofts, cherry trees, sweet corn, and grape vines. On the farm “there are so many different environments, upland, lowland, stream-side, thick humus,” my father explained […]Read more "My Father on Foraging for Ramps"
I grew up in rural Maryland in a developed neighborhood in the woods (although when my family first moved there, we were the only house on our non-square block). I picked a lot of berries in the forest and along the lake, but my foraging didn’t go much beyond that. This winter, my boyfriend accompanied […]Read more "Alien Fungus of the East Coast"
So, today—well, it’s like everyday, but sometimes more connective than others. A small sea of tables wait quietly and orderly in the dining room. Glinting glassware waiting to be filled. Empty tables waiting for me to wait. Every newly seated table is a microcosm, a little world unto itself. Walking up is a quick study’s […]Read more "Order Up: Memoirs of a Waitress"
I’m a terrible forager–a scrappy forager, but a shamefully inefficient one. I don’t have the right equipment or knowledge to preserve what I find. I’m on a tight budget as a grad student, so I don’t have a lot of disposable income to buy foraging accessories. I’m also living in a rented duplex and am […]Read more "10 Items on a Forager’s Wish List"
I get Seasonal Affective Disorder every year. It usually sets in around November, but I’ve made it to December without much struggle before. It’s right on time this year. The switch from Daylight Savings hasn’t helped either. Now, when I get home from work, it’s already dark. I don’t feel any motivation to forage because […]Read more "Honey Mushrooms"
The Breitenbush Mushroom Gathering was the best sleep-away camp ever. My goal was to learn how to identify different Agaricus mushrooms, since I can’t seem to figure it out by myself and a few guide books. There weren’t many Agaricus out in Willamette National Forest, so what I got instead was more chanterelles than I […]Read more "The Mushroom Gathering 2013"