My friend’s husband tells tales of growing up in northern Wisconsin next to the Menominee Nation, where as a boy he played with the kids on the reservation. When they got hungry, they’d head to whichever family’s house was hosting that week’s “bouyah," a Midwestern tradition … [Read more...]
Sprouted goosefoot flour
I’d been eating a lot of quinoa while staring longingly at the seeds of its relative, the ubiquitous weed, goosefoot. In fact I kept a jar of the black seeds in my pantry for more than two years before attempting to eat them. Truth be told, I was stumped by them. I eat … [Read more...]
A fall for rosehips
Legions of soft, plump, frost-kissed rosehips hang heavy upon their slender, prickly stems. Many are perfectly ripe, slipping off the ends of their branches with a soft, orange gush, leaving a sticky paste to be licked off the fingers. First I made rosehip sauce by cooking the … [Read more...]
Dad’s Creamy Wild Mushroom Soup
My early porcini spot finally started fruiting a couple days ago, a full month behind last year's schedule. My guess is that the mushrooms decided to wait for my parents' arrival in Colorado. After so many trips to check for them, Gregg doubted I'd find any, but there they were, … [Read more...]
Colorado’s wild blueberries
If you’re looking for blueberries like the kind you buy in the grocery store, look elsewhere. The Colorado high country “blueberries” I’m talking about are not those, but several related species of Vaccinium that are smaller, and grow not on a bush but in the groundcover under … [Read more...]
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