Lately FOTL has been sneaking out of his squalid, too-small digs to do a little hobnobbing. The other night I had an opportunity to try some...

In the dead of winter, while hibernating bears are dreaming about sweet, tangy huckleberries, we humans can employ our opposable thumbs and ...

Who cares about the cold—or school, for that matter—when you can go ice fishing? Hopefully Ms. Moon isn't reading this or she might not ...

Lately I've been drawing inspiration from my fellow bloggers, from Chicken Cacciatore to Stewed Pork Loin with Porcini . Now add Oxtail...

Woke up to this sight the other day. Snow in Seattle. Again. So much for the truffle hunt I had planned with P. We were both eager to get ba...

Here at FOTL Headquarters, we're happy to announce our inclusion in the March issue of Bon Appétit (Expert Advice Q&A column, page ...

Kids are like thoroughbred horses: ready to explode with nervous energy at the merest provocation, they need to be run hard and put away wet...

For a forager—even in the Pac Northwest, where this time of year we can still get clams , oysters , truffles , squid, and so on—the winter r...

After reading Sally's post at Mixed Greens about foraging the tender young beginnings of stinging nettles on Orcas Island in advance o...

Dear Kind Readers, in keeping with the theme of the day, I've made a few minor housekeeping changes here at FOTL. RIP Finspot For reason...