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.
The Little Yellow Caboose
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Every month, I’m reminded that tiny living isn’t really about the house.
It’s about what comes after you make the decision to live with less. We
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