A yen for the yin...

I remember with clarity my love affair with fresh shiitake mushrooms, how I wanted to eat them in everything, and the ensuing furor when my macrobiotic counselor found out that my next door neighbor and I were sauteeing them by the pan full and consuming them with gusto. At that time it was rare to find them fresh, but we had found a unique little grocer not far from us owned by an Asian man that also carried tons of organic groceries we needed for our new lifestyle. So each week we loaded up bags of the mushrooms, and enjoyed them...that is, until Mina found out.

Spring days...

Spring is here in earnest, judging by yesterday's belting rain, blustering winds, and brilliant sunshine. We had lots of people in the shop, coming out into the sunshine of the afternoon to peep in and see what was new...