Mushrooms has a history with me because growing up, my dad would send me out all the time to gather mushrooms which were prolific in the bamboo forest near our house. He taught me how to identify the edible from the poisonous ones, and he cooked it simply by wrapping it with banana leaves, sprinkled with coarse salt and grilled.
This is food porn, if I may say so.
7 Years in 140 Square Feet
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Today we get to meet Tyler. Some would call him a free spirit as he has the
ability to relocate as he chooses. He lives in a tiny, tiny house. One
hundre...
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