Don’t have a lot on my plate today — as if you didn’t notice.
Photo by Chiot’s Run
Look what my friend Jill found in her car after she dropped me off at the ferry terminal!
The mystery is solved, and I feel somewhat abashed at thinking so ill of the women who happened to be in the Swartz Bay ferry terminal with me on Sunday. How could I have believed that anyone would take a bag of wild mushrooms from the waiting room washroom? I’m sorry.
And the morel of the story? Why, they’re back in my hot little hands, of course. ;)
Wild Morels. The stuff my magic mushroom dreams are made of.
No hallucinogenic visions– just earthy, savoury, umami-laden delights — that is, if I can find mine. Continue reading
I spent the day at Fort Rodd Hill in Victoria yesterday, attending Defending Our Backyard: the 3rd Annual Island Chefs’ Collaborative Local Food Festival and Farm Fund Raiser.
Big mouthful, eh?
Not as big as the one I had all afternoon – enjoying a feast of local, seasonal and sustainable food. And drink. Did I mention the drink? There was a lot of drink. Continue reading
I`m a sucker for a good sales pitch.
And my tomatoes are already a foot higher because of it.