“Don’t forget your booties…it’s coooold outside!”.
Indeed…as in many other parts of the country, the cold front has hit us hard here in DC. Without any snow to provide me with a scenic backdrop for my comatose garden, and considering the only plants that had not gone dormant, until giving up the ghost this week, were a few clumps of wandering Jew that I had planted as annuals…I’m moving inside! Continue reading
Phallus impudicus, common stinkhorn © Claudio Vazquez 2010
I was introduced to mushroom hunting at age 6, long before I even liked eating those little fungal buggers. At the time, I lived in the French countryside just across the border from Geneva, Switzerland. My parents rented half of a farm house. The other half was occupied the by the owner and farmer, Charles Favre (no relation with the quarterback). He had, of course, been mushrooming his whole life and so had his father, and his father’s father…and it was he who taught me the intricacies of mushroom hunting. Continue reading
I just got back from a visit to Grand Cayman. Calling it a visit might actually be an overstatement seeing that I was there for a grand total of about four hours. Yes, this was a pit stop on one of those floating jail cells called cruise ships. I will not dwell on how this all came to pass, suffice it to say that this method of travel is not my cup of tea. Continue reading
