Oh to pick your own blueberries. In my fondest memories of wild blueberries I think of the sweet juiciness that keeps you going when your hands are grubby. At the time, I was spending my days hiking the Francis Marion National Forest and the crew and I were often knee deep in swamp or thicket. Tough …
Easy Fresh and Foraged Violet Salad
This tasty salad is incredibly gourmet with the only real cost being a fresh avocado. Everything else is easily foraged from the pantry and outdoors. This salad is stunning with the impressive fiddleheads, the rich avocado and the delicate violets. I think it would be a great choice for Mother’s Day brunch paired with quiche. Here is an ingredient …
Candied Wild Violets
Each week during my morning run, I watch the green sprouts lush out a little further. How fantastic to watch the cycle of life from start to finish every year. This year they are all new plants! New to me anyway. There are some things that I have been watching sprout and try as I …
Pickled Fiddlehead Ferns
Fiddlehead season is short, try to make the most our of it. Now that you have collected all those fiddleheads you might want to find more ways to eat them. Sautéing in butter is great, but eating that day after day will give you a tummy ache. To preserve you fiddleheads for later use you …
Foraged Fiddleheads
I’ve recently returned from my first fiddlehead outing of the season. It was a success! Up in the sometimes frigid north we’ve been getting antsy for spring for a while now. A few teasers here and again with a couple of days in the 70’s, then we cruelly drop back to 30 degrees. Hiking with …
Stuffed Grape Leaves, Dolmades!
Succulent little morsels of goodness! These stuffed grape leaves are popular all over the Mediterranean. There are different variations, most are stuffed with rice. I remember one batch fondly, we used ground lamb and went heavy on the mint. The recipe that is here is my go-to version. It yields party worthy results …
Nettles, Perfect for Spring Foraging
Nettles Today I heard lots of bird chatter on my run. It must be spring. The mornings are still frosty but warm up quickly into glorious sunny afternoons where you linger in the light of what seems like a fresh new sun holding onto the day. New growth is starting to peek out of …
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