Andreae Prozesky isn’t normal, but she’s virtuous.Every year, it’s the same. It all starts with the rhubarb. Then it’s the strawberries, then the raspberries, the gooseberries and blackcurrants, and then comes the glut of autumn blueberries and partridgeberries and rosehips.Local foraging. I spend my winters and springs dreaming about, nay, obsessing over local foraging. I dream of someday challenging myself to survive the year on local fruit alone. I’m sure it can be done. Already I’ve been out
15 Jul 2009