Besting boeuf bourguignon

My colleague wonders aloud: “Are you sure you want to trade your nice wine for wild elk?”
Absolutely. How much are you willing to part with? Continue reading Besting boeuf bourguignon

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Chanterelle inaugural

Chanterelle inaugural

And then it happens. I find my very first edible mushroom: a perfect, medium-sized white chanterelle. It’s 3:15P.M. P.S.T. I’m not sure what it feels like to find a nugget of gold. I’ve never caught a 50-lb king salmon. I can tell you what finding one of my favorite mushrooms feels like: winning Lotto. And, nature provides it. I don’t make it–merely find it. The fungus is among us. Continue reading Chanterelle inaugural

San Sebastián pintxos: Spain’s top tapas

San Sebastián pintxos: Spain’s top tapas

Warm, salty breeze carries more savory aromas through ancient, narrow alleyways into my nose. Alas, I cannot fit anymore deliciousness in me. Time to stumble home, like everyone else, including my new Aussie friends. I’m overwhelmed: so many bright flavors, colors; so many textures, so many ingredients paired perfectly together. All so fresh, so delicious, so beautiful. Smiling and shaking my head, I waddle away. San Sebastian, you got me. You got me gooood. Continue reading San Sebastián pintxos: Spain’s top tapas

Becoming a Trail Angel

Becoming a Trail Angel

A wave of adrenaline washes over me. I can feel the vibes–they’re visceral. I’ve just stepped into another world: the world of Trail Magic. I’m sharing my food with weary thru-hikers, on their last leg of the 2,659-mile Pacific Crest Trail. I’m in awe of their spectacular accomplishment. And, I want to give back. Continue reading Becoming a Trail Angel

Beaune Farmers Market magnifique

Beaune Farmers Market magnifique

I wake to intoxicating aromas. Am I still dreaming? Did I die, and this is what Heaven smells like? Orgasmically-rich butter is wafting up through my loft bedroom’s open window. Wait. Not just butter. Golden baked flour, the finest dark chocolate, pure vanilla, and the sweet smell of caramelized sugar pervade my room. Warm breeze carries those divine scents from a nearby bakery, called a boulangerie. A bird sings. A church bell chimes. A wide grin stretches across my face. I pinch myself. Yep. I’m still in France. Continue reading Beaune Farmers Market magnifique