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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 HIRE." After ordering their waffle of the day (buckwheat!), I went over to take a closer look at the sign. It read, "Are you tired of looking...

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 outing...

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 Los Angeles that pools produce, flowers and preserves from...

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 Fresh Buy Local...

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 I ate until my late teens were from a can, fried with onions and well-hidden in...

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 wicked" — or at least not in regard to weeding. In between rows, interspersed with seedlings...

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 no longer go by the name "Nosher", Noshette will now be...

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 the...

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 the...

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 a...

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 to be busy...

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