He made one yum-yum-yum dinner the first night, mushrooms in a nice sauce with bowtie pasta, like climbing Everest without the cold and climb, just the achievement.
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The Mushroom Farmer, Book 4, Chapter 3
t is as though an octopus has occupied the foot of the orange tree. Here is life and intelligence of a different order, all the more alive and bright for being different.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Four, Chapter 2
To be in the presence of a ready-to-fruit Chestnut mushroom block is to feel presence of a great and wild Otherlyness.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book 4, Chapter 1
The mf is now 60 years old and he is not climbing trees willy-nilly anymore.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book 3, Chapter 14
Before the mf left, he was frantic to weed Row 6, which was choked with crabgrass. The crabgrass in particular recalled the zig-zag stitches of Frankenstein’s monster, that lonesome and vicious brute. Row 6 altogether made the mf feel the sharp-tooth wound of raising a miscreant. It was neither this nor that. Yes, nigella thrivedContinue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Book 3, Chapter 14”
The Mushroom Farmer, Book 3, Chapter 13
The chickens really liked the home-grown oats the mf and his grown-up daughter took turns flinging upon the compost heap.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book 3, Chapter 12
He would like to stick his face right up to where he has planted corn and scream, “Why won’t you grow!”
The Mushroom Farmer, Book 3, Chapter 11
Hah-hah on lead poisoning, he had been thinking.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 10
Will it trigger Armageddon to plant a supermarket yam?
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 9
The mf had plenty of opportunity to observe billowing clouds and blue-blue sky because there were no kids performing antics or sulking, and all the grown-ups were standing around dumbstruck by the emptiness.