There is no joy in Mudville, or Boise for that matter. I’m fast running out of everything I stored from 2014.
About a week ago the last of my precious morels got used up on a hamburger. It was a good burger, but can’t happen again until about June.
Today the last of my peaches disappeared at lunchtime. I ate peaches until they ran out my ears, then I dehydrated a bunch for winter. I’ve been throwing them in a pinch at a time with my pumpkin seeds for lunch. I’m trying the seeds as a remedy for prostate issues (for those who stop in sporadically). Today, all my dried peaches are gone.
There are still a few medlars on the tree. This odd little relative of apples and pears needs to almost rot before you can eat it. The correct term is blet. I’ve tried a dozen methods to get them right, and leaving them on the tree seems to work best. When the stars line up, they are wonderful. The process is the exact same process that astringent persimmons have to go through before they are edible.
There is rain predicted. I wonder if there will be enough to bring out the oyster mushrooms along the Boise River.