There's a certain energy to an urban farmers' market, a vibrancy, a buzz. There’s the thrum of traffic, the roar of planes overhead,...

I've been haunting the woods for mushrooms for quite a few years now, and I can't remember a month--well, really, a week--quite so f...

I don’t have many recipes using chanterelles, or any wild mushrooms, for that matter. My default method, which can hardly be improved upon, ...

Screw Christmas. Take a hike, Santa Claus. It's the shank of summer, and Great Nature has begun to bestow upon us her most splendid gift...

Chowder must be one of the most evocative words in the culinary lexicon. Just hearing it, or seeing it in print, I'm taken to a gray cla...

Chanterelles are my favorite wild mushroom, and raspberries my favorite wild fruit, and in both cases it’s the aroma as much as the taste th...

It's heating up here on the first day of July, and the humidity is rising with the temps. And though it's Canada Day today, and our ...