I pledge thee my trough

From the Whole Foods hot bar. As called by Claire, a trough. Looks like not that much in the photo, somehow, but I assure you it was enough to bankrupt me for the week, and it feels like a tidy little basketball, now, in my stomach.

Also, little doorway friend.

Chantarelle

I happen to know, puny mortal, where chantarelles grow wild and unnoticed. My mother brought me the single one she had found this weekend, because she is a goddess of mercy and abundance.



Greatest food in the world. Especially with eggs, other greatest food in the world.