Monday, August 22, 2016

Quick chicken recipe

One of my pals called me a mushroom junkie the other day. He could be on to something there, but I prefer the term fungal addict.

Here's a quick little dish of decadence then:

1 lb thin sliced chicken of the woods laetiporus, sulphureus
2 Tblsp olive oil
4 Tblsp butter
1 medium shallot
1/2 cup white wine
1/2 cup heavy cream
four or five fresh basil leaves
couple pinches coarse grated parmigiano cheese

melt half the butter in a heavy skillt with the olive oil
add the shallot, finely chopped and cook until translucent
add the fungi and cook for three minutes
add the second half of the butter and cook covered for three minutes
uncover, add the wine and cook until the alcohol has evaporated
add the heavy cream, cover and cook another three minutes
add the fresh chopped basil and the cheese
cover and cook one minute or until the cheese just begins to melt

You can plate this with seasoned toast, pasta, wild rice, or just eat it plain
Junkie stuff, indeed............

Friday, August 12, 2016

Good things from wetness II or Similar patterns of behavior

mushroom foraging is like fishing the spate
ephemerally pulsed
through a protracted season
the catch dictated by
the amount of water in the system

As children we learned to expect stocked rainbows
to be hiding under every rock
in the guts of the pools and the log jams especially
probing every pocket
with wriggling night crawlers
that still flexed their peristaltic muscles
as if again being captured
during the last night's flashlight raid
sometimes a brook trout
a native
a red meat fish
but always the limit once located

As an old timer I expect the black trumpets
to be emerging from every patch of moss
in the heart of the mixed hard wood forest and
the darkest gloams especially
scanning every piece of decaying ground
twice and more
sometime a bolete
an edilus
a king
occasionally a butt load if located 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016


young bull sports his little hump

 thuggish buffalo he aspires to become

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Ice out !

March 29, 2016
Daytime high: 65 F.
Earliest ice out in 24 springs here

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Perhaps a Paddle

Two days into Spring and the schedule is still off by about three weeks. Although the weather has cooled from the outrageous sixties of last week, the progressive regression of the lake ice continues. An inch of snow overnight is gone by the time I return form the daily grinder. We make 40 by two pm and barely freeze by daybreak. Yesterday there appeared chipmunks in various places around the woods. Poof! Sleepy from their winter's nap they are so very vulnerable now. But the dogs are equally rusty, so all the munks survive another day.


And the beavers are out at dusk under the full moon.
The snow crust moon
Not this year...........

 Birds of note, new arrivals:

Redtailed Hawk
Sharpshinned Hawk
Sandhill Crane
Red-winged Blackbird
Hooded Merganzer
Mallards at the home place

Perhaps a shoreline paddle tomorrow...............

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Then and now or The Woodchuck called it

When I was a kid
one of my more colorful uncles
had a folksy phrase or definition
ready for any event

His description of winter in northern Minnesota was,
"Nine months of ice and snow, and three months of poor sledding"
 Fifty years down the winding road, and there have been some changes

 like the lake ice pulling away from the shore

and rain before the equinox
the Ides of March
unprepared to measure the liquid state
and trumpeter swans everywhere.
therefore a new folksy phrase...........
"Nine months of non winter and three months of dubious sledding"

Sunday, March 6, 2016

A sniff of simplicity

The bluegill comes up and out of the hole and into my hands
with a scent of uniquely lepomian slime
neither densely trout nor pungently pike
that lightly clings as a harbinger of springtime pursuits