We slowly crept down the mountain road searching the woods for our prey. Suddenly Alex screams out “Puff balls!” and I slam on the brakes. Before the car even comes to a stop the passenger door swings open. Alex is pulling his knife from his pocket before his feet hit the ground and he quickly … Continue reading
As a non-native Idahoan, I often don’t know whether to love or hate Idaho. This past memorial day weekend dawned rainy, nasty, cold, about 34 degrees or so. The rest of the country was probably basking in glorious sunlight, kicking off summer with barbecues and such, while we were still enjoying six more weeks of … Continue reading
There’s nothing better than being invited to dinner. Especially when it’s Alex. A librarian by trade, but by candle light this man is a minor culinary genius. Alex is also a mushroom hunter and angler. We can always count on something from the forest when we eat with Alex. This evening we had lamb chops … Continue reading
Cast Iron 