Summer Travels
Can you guess which part of this summer’s vacation made me whoop with excitement?
Okay, I did whoop a little from the shock of the temperature of this cold water just above a waterfall in Yosemite;
And I was happy to be sous chef for Ricky’s yummy shakshuka at one of our campsites.
Having one’s toes nibbled on by a squirrel is fun,
though not as fun as the deer that crossed my path while I was foraging wild catnip, raspberries, and elderberry blossoms.
Hanging out with Ricky, friends, and family was really the whole point of my travels this summer,
which included going up north to Mt. Shasta, near where my mom and her husband live.
There were breathtaking views, loving company, and delicious meals throughout the trip, but I confess I whooped loudest when I found this chicken mushroom just a few feet away from the picnic table at one of our campsites:
Not saying that was the best moment of the trip, but it was an unexpected treasure find. I cooked it over our campfire and turned it into a pasta sauce.
Heading back to Brooklyn tonight.
Foraging tour in Central Park August 18
Food preservation workshop in Brooklyn August 25
The Locavore’s Handbook: The Busy Person’s Guide to Eating Local on a Budget
Botany, Ballet, & Dinner from Scratch: A Memoir with Recipes
That chicken looks PERFECT! And the landscapes are breathtaking. It sounds like you had a fantastic trip.
This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.