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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.

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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