Weeded the garden yesterday. Then cooked up the weeds for lunch. February and March are strange months in the Pacific Northwest. It'...

The magical combo of salty pig and fruity Cantharellaceae cannot be overstated. In this case I paired prosciutto with black trumpets , a ...

Ugly pie makers, unite! That is, those of us who make ugly pies, not... you get the idea. I barely have the patience to bake, much less...

I went back to the Oregon Truffle Festival again this year. It was a no-brainer: wild foods, fun people, and more Willamette Valley wine ...

Dear readers, I'm pleased to share with you an essay of mine that was a finalist in Terrain.org 's third annual writing contest. ...

Santa left me a couple new books under the tree this Christmas. Though not about foraging, per se, these should interest anyo...

Happy new year everyone! This past year has been a busy one here at FOTL headquarters, with mostly non-blog related work. To my regular re...

Once again we've blown through our winter reserves of huckleberries—and it's not even officially winter yet. My daughter is the ma...

I found two frosty packages in the back of the freezer the other day: matsutake buttons, four of them. According to the labels, I had pic...

Here in the Pacific Northwest, we're lucky to have a climate that allows for foraging year-round, even during the dark, wet days of...