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Thievery!
This edible fungus, Chicken-of-the-Woods, in the forest behind our house was too tempting for my virtue. Not content to harvest the fruit, I stole the mycelium, log and all.
I shifted out a log in our woodlot and settled this one into its place.
I shifted out a log in our woodlot and settled this one into its place.
We'll saute the flesh with the flounder that Monica bought down at Stonington harbor . . . a little purslane and pickled radish on the side . . .
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