Roots to Swoon For: Bear’s Claw and Wild Ginger

Is it absurd that I get so excited about a box of fresh roots that I can’t even get from the truck to the cabin without opening the package and that I don’t even want to eat until I fully explore, taste and admire each plant bit? If it is, I am a deeply absurd woman. An apprentice and friend sent me the most lovely package of Bear’s Claw and Wild Ginger. It was so sweetly packed, the bundles of roots carefully wrapped in moist paper towels then sealed in plastic and accompanied by a poetic account of her journey into the mountains to find the plants. Somehow the package took a miraculous WEEK from the NW to the SW via priority mail. I think there’s a strange faery warp somewhere between there and here. Nevertheless, the roots smelled and...