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...]
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...]
Old Places, New Head Spaces
Yesterday we revisited one of our old, favorite hikes on the shoulder of Pennsylvania Mountain above Fairplay, Colorado. We must have done a variation of that hike—sometimes ducking into the forest on game trails to encounter still-open mine holes and long-abandoned cabins, … [Read more...]
Last Night’s Wild Dinner
Kitchen experiments take time, a luxury I didn’t have this past month until yesterday. I forgot how good it feels to get on one of my kitchen tangents and go wild cookery crazy. Plus I had a plethora of wild plants in the fridge that needed using. So I tried a couple things, some … [Read more...]
My turn to do wild edible gnocchi
It’s markdown season at the grocery store, now that the tourists are in absentia for a while, joined by the locals who migrate to parts warmer during mud season too. So it’s time for the good deals—such as the $1 bag of slightly soft “Red Skin Yellow Flesh Colorado Sunrise” … [Read more...]
