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rhiaro

Timezone: Europe/London (28th May 01:48)

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Last ate 17 hours, 25 minutes, and 56 seconds ago (Rye bread and tomatoes; orange juice)

Last exercised 1 day, 18 hours, 23 minutes, and 34 seconds ago

Monthly budget 83% used (last spent 0gbp on Supplies (Greener Kirkcaldy))

Words written this month (2334 of posts and fiction)

Foraging 2022

Food for free.

Contains 95 photos, the last of which were added 13 days, 6 hours, 53 minutes, and 43 seconds ago.

First foray of the year. Winter oysters and velvet shank. A bit slimy, but fine on toast.

Wood ear mushrooms in Ravenscraig Park. They're very reliable all year round. I gave a handful away, and put a handful in a stirfry.

Velvet shank and jelly ear in Ravenscraig Park.

Awake at sunrise for low tide seaweed foraging near Crail.

Sea spaghetti is so cool! Its strands grow out of little mushroomy buttons, and it has a great crunch raw. We also got tons of wakame and kelp, as well as carrageen, dulse, and bladderwrack. Most of it went on the washing line or over the dehumidifier to dry.

Also experimented with blanching it to colour it bright green. Some went in salad.

IT'S BEGINNING

More dryad's saddle on the Early Warning Tree. But either someone had taken most of the new baby fruits, or the slugs had had a mega party. Kind of hard to tell, but I'm sure they were taken too young. A few survived under the nettles at the back of the log (until I got to them).

A few large dryads in the nearby woods. Some already too old. Not all within reach. More than enough for dinner.