My Dad taught us the complexities and magic of symbiotic relationships while foraging for morels in the forests of East Gwillimbury. Served alongside with fresh caught smelt from the dark night streams of Holland Landing, we feasted in luxury and blessed ignorance that these times were not meant to last.
I like the way you turned a much beleaguered ingredient into a treasured rite of passage as the characters learned to mitigate its sting and celebrate its unique culinary characteristics. I have a new appreciation for nettles thanks to your guidance.
It's almost time to go foraging! You inspire me. And jewelweed always seems to grow nearby to sooth the sting.
My Dad taught us the complexities and magic of symbiotic relationships while foraging for morels in the forests of East Gwillimbury. Served alongside with fresh caught smelt from the dark night streams of Holland Landing, we feasted in luxury and blessed ignorance that these times were not meant to last.
I like the way you turned a much beleaguered ingredient into a treasured rite of passage as the characters learned to mitigate its sting and celebrate its unique culinary characteristics. I have a new appreciation for nettles thanks to your guidance.
No one ever forgets their first encounter with these wretched things. The promise of pesto or tea doesn’t spell redemption for me.