Monday, October 09, 2006

Picking magic mushrooms, seeing giant pandas


I was sure that I had been chomping wild chanterelles until I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a giant panda. At that point, I began to wonder instead if I was gobbling down magic mushrooms and had already started tripping mildly.

Inspired by this month’s Men’s Health feature on free foods and armed with my SAS survival book, the missus and I were foraging to collect naturally growing food.

Having collected nettles, elderflower and rosehips to make soups and teas, we headed to where it's warm and moist for a bit of 'shrooming. And on one hillside alone, we were spoiled by an absolute embarrassment of wild, edible mushrooms to turn into double tasty soups, pasta sauces, and risotto dishes. Mushrooms taste magic, particularly when they're freshly picked and local.

With the food miles debate raging, the organic movement in full swing, and the environment reaching the top of the agenda there's never been a better time to raid nature's larder. This is nothing new, apparently. Fergus Drennan, for instance, has been foraging for years. Indeed - he's a professional who offers courses in how to find food even in city centre parkland (e.g. London's Wandsworth Common). He also supplies some of London's top restaurants, including the Ivy and Jamie Oliver's Fifteen. You can also take tips from the master himself, Richard Mabey, whose "Food for Free" book is a foraging bible.

Thinking from a professional perspective, my favourite organic food shop, Fresh and Wild could tap into the foraging buzz by starting up local foraging clubs. The Battersea branch, for instance, is ideally placed for both Clapham and Wandsworth commons. Herbal remedy brand Neal's Yard could do the same. Or local papers around the UK could start a 'free food' campaign, with seasonal guides and maps on where locals can literally 'pick their own'.

As for the panda, turns out it wasn't a hallucination, after all. It was a 'manda' - a man panda, i.e. a man in a panda suit. The fella was guiding a group of kids around the Malvern hills. I don't know why he was doing this in a panda suit, as pandas aren't native to the area. Perhaps he had gobbled his own funky funghi and thus the Malverns became a forest in Southwest China. And why not? I guess a panda suit and a pretend forest is as good it gets when the mushrooms are free, fresh and magic.


There goes the rut


I missed the rut, dagnammit, but did manage to snatch some shots of stags trying to knock down tasty chestnuts with their antlers.

Friday, October 06, 2006

It's time to rut


I've given my all to PR this week. And thanks to my efforts, the world definitely has more PR in it. Actually - it could have less, but: a) it's not for my trying, and; b) I have no wish to measure it.

Either way, I need to recede. Not follicly, of course. My mane will remain the usual kinky folly perched on top of my dumb dome. No I'm receding from the front lines of consultancy to melt into the background of countryside.

It's time for the rut. Male deer are getting frisky and it's time for the ultimate stag party. And I intend to see this full-on nature porn at its rawest. Never seen it before so off to Rockingham Forest with my favourite girl (my trusty Canon EOS 350D) and my fiancé. Well, I need someone to help change my lenses. Ta-boom. Having captured racing camels in Northampton (not a student smoking competition), I'm looking for a more, uh, natural nature photo opp.

So whilst the youth - and possibly even the randy age-d - of London gears up for the usual weekend orgy of sex and violence, I'm off the watch violent animal sex in the country.

"You'll eat food made from sawdust!"


What better way to kick off my new blog about pop culture* that affects my world than with a story about travlling to work on rocket ships and eating Michelin-star meals made from sawdust? This article via the awesome MAKE magazine blog takes a retro look at how fifties visionaires saw the future in 2000 A.D. Anyway, enough babbling: it's lunchtime, so it's on with the x-ray specs and onto the hoverboard and down to Pret-a-Danger for some vaccuum-packed moon food.

*Since my Travelogue blog has fallen asleep (I stopped travelling and started saving for a flat) and my straightforward PR blog has gotten gristly (there are too many PR blogs saying the same thing).