Without fungi, we would have no mushroom risotto, no beef Wellington, no wine, no beer and no soy sauce.
And that would suck.
This was one of those little things that made me see an every day reality from a completely different vantage point.
Yes it’s 100 percent recyclable, and no, I don’t have a better idea, but what an odd notion asphalt concrete really is. Smearing wide swaths of petroleum over the landscape for the sake of speed and the efficiency of travel. It’s like an addiction. Once you put down a roadway, a path or a parking lot, you have to keep feeding it more oil from time to time.
We must feed the beast.
I found a five dollar bill on the sidewalk yesterday. That makes three times recently, all within a couple blocks of here, that cash has unexpected presented itself to me. My suspicion is that the fabled Money Tree does in fact exist, and I have now triangulated it’s location based on my finds. Come spring the Money Tree will bloom. Thousands and thousands of glorious blooms. Bales of currency in every denomination. And when that happens, I will be waiting.
Oh yes, I Will Be Waiting…
Water, barley, hops and yeast. The alchemy of brewing beer.
Seen here: the copper brew tank at the Summit Brewery in St. Paul Minnesota.
Thanks to Adobe Photoshop, and the alchemy of digital photography.