Roscoe was the name of the horse. A right old man. Fetlocks and piebald, he can’t be arsed to trot. “You’ll mostly be stopping him eating,” she said and that’s fair. But he took me right past the biggest goddamn chicken of the woods I’ve ever seen. “Fuck me!” I exclaimed, and the lass behind me said “Oh aye it’s beautiful up here.” I was making a mental note of where the hell I was so I could get right back as soon as the hack was over, and I did.
It was so big.
One stump with loads, and nobody from the local area is collecting for sure or they couldn’t get so old. So I go for a little wander. Sure enough, dryads saddle.
Not as good to eat but they’ll go well together sauteed or even in a risotto. Stems can be hard and you want the smaller ones. I could’ve fed a restaurant for a week with that patch of woodland, but even though nobody is picking I’ve got no freezer here so I only took what I thought I could eat.
I haven’t the inclination to cook them today so they’re in the fridge overnight in brown paper and I’ll get stuck in on the morrow. I’ve been looking for those things for ages and then suddenly two mushrooms I’ve had three strikes with in one day. My third strike with the saddles so I’ve never eaten one. I have to find things and get a second opinion 3 times at least before I allow consumption, just as being dead probably sucks.
My bum hurts a bit from being back in the saddle but I could get behind living in the country and galloping around. Just need to make a bit more money. Ain’t that always the way.
I freezeframed the trailer of one of last year’s movies, just to see if I could find my face in the scene I knew I was in. There it was. Hooray. No lines in the trailer but I’ve only got about two in the movie so no surprises. A nice British comedy, releasing June 12. Deep Cover. Until I know if my lines are cut I’ll not get too excited.
There’s work to be had, money to be made. Riding those horsies again might just help pin down those period drama parts. Gotta keep adding value. Still rolling the dice. Fuck yeah.
AlBarclay 