All the bumps & lumps.

The lingering promise of Morel Mushroom hunting supercharged an already exciting trip to Montana, this past June.  For as long as I’ve been obsessed with food, I’ve had frequent visions of traipsing through some deep, dark forest alongside some all-knowing mushroom expert, with a bag absolutely overflowing with loot.  The dreams usually end with a sharp right past a gigantic redwood to find Jamie Oliver & Gennaro Contaldo huddled around a warming cast iron skillet, ready to teach me mind-blowing tricks with my gatherings.  That’ll do.

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The way to Johnny’s heart.

I’m obviously standing a bit far back in the picture above, but metaphorically, the new horses at Apricot Lane really do feel this big.  They’re beasts.  Big creatures with soft spirits, they’ll only crush you accidentally.  After a long, hot trip cross-country, Johhny & Frankie arrived disheveled with cloudy eyes.  I don’t know if it was the grain they were feeding them or sadness, but those eyes have now cleared, thankfully.  The sight of those beasts standing on Apricot Lane’s fresh green grass skipped my heart and paused my breathe.  Black and green are surprisingly lovely colors together. 

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