Field garlic can be collected at any time, but late April through May yields the fattest, firmest bulbs.
The vegetable in plain sight.
Leave it to Marie Viljoen to inspire us to forage more. That gal is always thinking ahead. Last summer she gathered a gorgeous bounty of fruit, which she turned into the black cherry bourbon she now uses to mix cocktails in the dead of winter.
In our current issue Marie Viljoen introduces us to yet another delicious and abundant invasive plant taking over the city. Autumn-olives–no relation to the green things in your martini–are exquisite to eat, with a tart sweetness somewhere between a red currant and a pie cherry.
From August to early November, autumn-olive trees around the city are loaded with red currant-like berries, easily identifiable by their silver-stippled skins. In our current issue, Marie Viljoen shares tips for where to find the trees, when to taste the berries and how to turn the sweetly tart fruit into luscious autumn-olive jam.
One nickname, two plants, endless recipes.
In our latest issue, Marie Viljoen shares her tips for foraging for and dining on day lilies–an invasive species blooming all over the city right now. She recommends them raw in salads, steamed with a dab of butter and salt, gently pickled or dried and added to soups.
Captured in cordials, souvenirs of summer can warm chilly nights.
Foragers and fans of Central Park know wet fall weather has led to a bumper crop of mushrooms, so much so that the New York Times City Room asked readers to send in photos of their finds. They tapped mycologist and Manhattanite Gary Lincoff–he’s the author of the Audubon Society’s Field Guide to North American Mushrooms–to ID them, and the 19 photos from his first fascinating report are now up online.
Pigweed is a sprawling invader of cultivated lands and gardens and has probably made a lot of money for the agricultural chemical industry. In…
Suddenly bay has become boring. There’s a new leaf in town, hiding in plain sight. It was chance that led me to crush the…
Thinking thoughts innocent of foraging, I strolled down the broad mown grass path to Brooklyn’s Dead Horse Bay recently, focused instead on gathering old glass…