Felisa Rogers forages for food:

I'm not claiming that gathering mushrooms is going to save us from starvation; we aren't starving. Gathering mushrooms is going to make the difference between a dull meal and a delicious one. And as I sit by candlelight eating pasta with a chanterelle cream sauce, I am grateful for this winter bounty. I'm grateful because it mitigates the meanness of existence and allows me to forget the wolves at the door: Even in these hard times, we're lucky. We eat like kings.

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