“The hills are alive . . .” with MUSHROOMS! I thought the harvest was winding down, but I was so wrong! We’re having a banner year, our mountaintops still littered with porcini. (Boletus, if you’re into Latin.) An afternoon of foraging netted a few baby porcinis and two or three fine examples of king (or prince) boletus—the best …
Ranchman the Superhero (my husband), inspired by my raving about ‘shrooming, decided to take a break from his other athletic endeavors (never marry an ex-rancher; they’ll run you into the ground) so that I could introduce him to the fine art of mushroom foraging. I also suspect that he had pinned his hopes on another fine mushroom savory tart. Foraging is …
foodeditI couldn’t create a less-appealing title, but this one makes me laugh, so enjoy it with me, please. I want to rave about what I did with the wild mushrooms I foraged last week, especially since late summer is a time of bounty, and autumn (which will sweep across my mountain top too soon, in only weeks) is harvest in so many …
Summer is finally in full swing on my mountaintop, and we’re squeezing every ray of sunshine from every beautiful day. Fishing and hiking, golfing and gardening fill the calendar as my literary agent shops the first book in my latest mystery series. And although epic days are normal here this time of year, and this summer—with late snows and heavy rains, …
