Alex

When I was a kid, we moved to Libya for a few years because my dad got a job there. I have few memories of that time between my memory issues and it being so long ago but I distinctly remember going mushroom gathering with my dad. We often liked to go picnic and grill in the forest with friends, and after eating and drinking, when everything was winding down, dad would take me along to look for mushrooms. I think it’s immediately evident if you’ve known me for a while how much I love and admire my dad. He seems to know everything about nature and plants (we come from a long ligne of farming mountain villagers), and mushrooms were no exception. We’d pick enough to make an omelet with and he would try to teach me which ones were poisonous and which were good to eat. My mom, being a doctor from a long line of city folk, was appalled every time. Can’t remember if we ever got food poisoning… did we?