Picking wild mushrooms
Along with downgrading
our homesteader status to weekend level has come a similar upgrade
in the amount of time I get to spend in the woods. In fact, I've worked
a hike into my daily schedule --- an hour or two of editing in the
morning is followed by a two-mile stroll through the nearby park while
I think the day's chapter out.
More time in the woods
means more wild mushrooms collected. And, in the process, I've noticed
that wild mushrooms taste so very different if picked at their peak
flavor versus even just a few hours later. This chicken
of the woods, for example, was one of the best mushrooms I've ever
eaten. I'm so glad my characters recommended I take that particular
path.
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Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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