I like Sunday roasts so much that I have them pretty much any day of the week. Wednesday was roast night this week: a plump free-range chick...

A truffle tip lead me south of Olympia, where I encountered a few inches of snow at an elevation of 400 feet—and no suitable truffle habitat...

The squid gods must be appeased. Can we get some virgins out to Pier 86, please? Seriously. This winter has been as dismal for squid jigging...

My maps arrived. Now, as my friend Caryn would say, I can get orientated . The Washington Department of Natural Resources, not my most favor...

A light dusting of snow on the ground calls for a proper breakfast: Six-egg omelet with Tillamook cheddar and sauteed chanterelles. The chan...

Time out for a quick self-congratulatory woot-woot. Here at FOTL (or should it simply be FAT?) we're still getting our feet wet and enga...

With a heavy heart (and salivating chops) I defrosted the last of my silver salmon this afternoon. According to my laundry marker scrawl on ...

Yesterday I made my first scouting mission in search of truffles. No, not overpriced chocolates but those even more costly tuberous gems so ...

My friend Trouthole thinks it's sacrilege to consign razor clams to a kettle of chowder, but I'm from New England originally and the...

The Ace Hardware in Ocean Shores, WA, had guns galore. You might say it was going great guns. I picked out a nice gray one, gun-metal gray, ...