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A few weeks ago, I joined a group of fungi fanatics at the Yachats Mushroom Festival in Yachats, Oregon. Read on to hear about my adventures.
Yesterday, a friend and I spent the day in Newport, Oregon. We walked along the beach amid kelp and seaweed-covered rocks, around giant smelly piles of whip-like sea onions: bulbous on one end and slippery. We walked around patches of broken shells mixed with pieces of sea junk. The air was slightly misty and the ocean's voice was huge against mine. We wandered south along the beach, leaving watery tracks in the sand and exploring sea life: kelp, sensitive-to-the-touch anemones, and young barnacles.

Sure, sure, there's that saying, “slow as molasses,” but what about “slow as saguaro”? I'm sure a phrase like that exists in the Papago language, but it simply never caught on in English. But saguaro syrup is certainly slower than molasses.
The syrup itself doesn't have that kind of thick, gooey viscosity, but since the cactus doesn't even produce fruit until it is about forty years old, and harvesting it takes forever ... it IS the slowest food I know.
It's truffle hunting season in Oregon! Let's pause a moment to give thanks for those mysterious underground fungi that many epicurians dream of. For more info about truffle hunting, visit the North American Truffling Society- http://www.natruffling.org.
The other day I had the privilege of meeting with T-san, widely considered Ōtaki's top hunter, and one of the best in Nagano prefecture. The conversation was illuminating. T-san has a detailed and nuanced understanding of the movement of wildlife in Ōtaki, the Kiso region, and Japan as a whole.
In late spring a blanket of white flowers with a distinct yellow center covers the hayfields and backyards of North central Pennsylvania. These flowers seek the sour soils of rocky hills to take root and establish for the wild strawberry growing season.