The world was silent except for the rustling of Autumn leaves beneath our footsteps. I trudged up the wooded Pennsylvania hillside behind my grandfather, my eight-year-old eyes glued to the ground. We were in search of the elusive Popinki, or honey mushroom. I was also keeping a watchful eye out for the much more enticing discovery …
Mushrooms
It was a rough day at the office. Your boss really reamed you out for not filing those TPS reports…again. At least you’re home now. You’re starving, but you’re also beat as a mule on the Santa Fe Trail in August. The last thing you want to do is spend three hours cooking just so you …