The best part of this meal is looking like the most granola person you’d ever meet. I’m sitting outside our student union, prAna pants on, climbing shoes by my side, plus reusable water bottle and coffee mug. But the pièce de résistance is the Snow Peak Titanium Fork I carry in my backpack to eat the salad
My husband likes to pretend he’s keto until I go to bed, and then he eats a big bowl of granola and whatever is left over from dinner. The teenager is never here, but when he turns up he lives on sandwiches and frozen pizza and BBQ chips. The little one sucks at eating and I feel like a failure. He’ll eat mozzarella sticks with marinara or cheese pizza, but not burrata and tomatoes from the garden.
I have been envying my friends’ crazy mycology posts for years, and while I’ve found plenty of “regular” mushrooms like morels and chanterelles, something like these are special. A quick google tells me I’ll be going back every year until they turn it into condos and never tell a soul which path we veered off.
sometimes I make something so tremendous that I feel like Nigella Fucking Lawson, and I think to myself, I AM A DOMESTIC GODDESS MOTHERFUCKER AND DON’T YOU EVER FORGET IT.