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Monkeying around: Berkeley woman hires out fruit-picking primate
I was eating breakfast at North Berkeley's Guerrilla Cafe the other day when I spotted a sign on the other side of the room with this intriguing headline: "MONKEY FOR
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In “Fat of the Land,” forager Lang Cook tells how rooted food is to place
High school date nights found my boyfriend and I parked at the edge of Puget Sound, where daytime low tides enticed dozens of clam diggers to the tide flats. We called our sessions by the unintentionally indecent name "clam digging." High school was the last time I'd made out clamming until a recent
Two groups show how to share the backyard bounty
Backyards build community. The L.A. Times has profiles of two groups that are collecting food from residential gardens and fruit trees. The Hillside Produce Cooperative is all about strengthening community ties. It's a cooperative in northeastern
Glean a little goodness: California groups forage for fresh food
This piece about gleaning and foraging groups in California first appeared in the most recent e-newsletter from the Northern California chapter of Buy Fresh Buy Local Campaign, a project of the Community Alliance with Family Farmers. To sign up for the monthly e-newsletter, visit the Buy
A foraged wild mushroom feast at Les Jardins Sauvages
When I was young, I hated mushrooms. At least, I thought I did, but I hadn't really ever eaten them. I was under the impression that they were slimy and gross, which was the basic opinion of my parents. The only mushrooms
Weed’em and reap
Now that our Victory Gardens are starting to burst with the fruits (and vegetables) of our labors, those of us who have just recovered from the physical exhaustion of planting the crops find there's "no rest for the
Sometimes you just have to go for a walk
How do I know I've been neglecting the Ethicurean? My mother sent me an email yesterday titled "Now I'm Worried" — not because I hadn't replied to her last three messages, but because I hadn't posted on the blog in ages. Since a few other people have wondered whether I've fallen under a bus, or been
Foraging in Quebec
This week was Noshette's birthday, and among the many things we did to celebrate was to have dinner at Les Jardins Sauvages, which in English means "the wild gardens", a woodland table restaurant in St.Roch de l'Achigan. (Since I
Digest: Safety vs. cloning, Philpott’s 3rd Farm Bill opus, USDA’s hand slapped on GM crops, crisis in India…
Wednesdays are always a busy day for the Digest, but this one might be a record. Hope you're hungry, people, because there's an 18-course meal's worth of links today. Get thee back into the lab, FDA!: Biotech reporter Denise Caruso has a kick-ass top-notch op-ed about why the FDA's science regarding
Does calamari grow on trees?
It's finally warming up here, so I went for a walk on my day off today. Some of the citrus trees in my Oakland neighborhood are covered in ripe fruit! So I stole foraged some Meyer lemons and some oranges. (Hey, if the tree grows next to a public sidewalk, and there's fruit all over the ground, I figure
Rosemary notes
Two weeks ago, during a rosemary-filled day of cooking, I picked and chopped more rosemary than was needed. The rosemary came from the smaller bush outside our back door. I like fresh herbs over dried herbs, and I didn't want to dry the already chopped leaves or throw them away. Fortunately, we have
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Eat your mistakes, and other food challenges
A former roommate had a simple rule about home brewing beer: Drink your mistakes. This was not the easiest rule to live by, but on one occasion he followed his rule and drank most of a 5 gallon batch of pale ale. Another roommate and I helped, a little, but it was a painful task. We found reasons
Interview with a forager
On Sunday, Man of La Muncha and I went to the Ballard Farmers' Market. Each of us had a goal - he wanted to find back fat to pursue his goal of making lard, and I wanted to talk to the foragers and find out more about the found food that they sell. Once we got to the farmers' market, I made my way
Cosi Bella: Italian Prune Plums
The long Labor Day weekend began when I took the Butter Bitch to the airport and returned home to paint inside our house. I did not think about today's post until Sunday evening, when the bathroom had been painted and the closet was scraped clean. I thought of making lard, or buying lard, or going
Tomatoh, Tomatow
It was going to be the quintessential blog posting. Sir Loin and I were set to spend the whole weekend up at the house of Madame La Vache (otherwise known as the grandmother of Miss Steak). This other blog entry I was going to write fell through, so I thought, well, Madame La Vache has a great garden
