As a kid, when we drove past a field of cows (which we did often), I’d wonder, “What’s it like to spend your days standing in your food?”
Here in Alaska, when I see a moose, I wonder, “What’s it like to look around and see food everywhere?”
Well, du-uh, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I know what it’s like, and it’s cool!
In addition to the main garden, the strawberry/raspberry bed, the overflow bed, and acres of blueberries, cranberries, and rose hips, we have . . . the driveway.
It’s been a wetter-than-usual summer. Many mushrooms grow along the edges of the driveway, but the only ones we can identify are the puffballs. They’re edible—and yummy!
They range from tiny to small, but they are abundant. The closer we looked the more we found. And they’re easy to pick, just a little nudge and they pop loose from the ground. They separate from each other just as easily. The real work is in cutting off the bottoms where the dirt and gravel cling. That’s a lot of tiny cuts to make.
We brought in over 3.5 pounds.
We sauteed some of the tiniest ones for dinner and will try slicing and drying some of the larger ones.
If it rains some more, will we get more puffballs?
It’s August. Everywhere I look I see food!