One of the great things about my husband Matt is, when I really want a chicken-of-the-woods for dinner, and then we see one, bright orange off in the distance, he will cross a creek, bushwhack a thicket, and climb a tree, just to bag the chicken.
We had a short weekend getaway of hiking, mushroom picking, and cooking over a campfire. As Scranton has felt like a sort of soul-stifling place to me lately, it felt good to spend some time in the woods, laughing and enjoying life.
5 comments:
Wow! What a haul.
The mushrooms look good, too.
Looks like you really bagged some good ones in life, Zoe.
Wow, those mushrooms look fabulous. I always forget that some places actually get rain this time of year, at least enough to grow a few fungi. And speaking of fungi, it looks like you're married to a fun guy too. I don't think mine would dare walk a tightrope :P
That is one talented baker! And I like your new blog banner. Picked a few cranberries in a peat bog outside Quebec on Monday and thought of you.
Quite the buffet! We got away to Rickett's Glen for a couple nights earlier in the week and felt the same renewal.
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