Foraging in the City: Try not to kill yourself
So I have been captivated of late with the idea of foraging for food in the city. Unfortunately, my food knowledge (when it comes to foraging, at least) is somewhat limited. I’ve been plucking the blackberries on the way to Husky Stadium since childhood, and it doesn’t take a genius to smell the rosemary that grows everywhere in the city (I always pluck a little on the way home from a run–something to smell besides my sweaty self). Mushrooms scare me because I’m a little worried about eating something poisenous. So my point is, what do you forage, MetBlog readers? Blackberries and rosemary for me, though I’ve been known to steal the occaisonal apple when passing by a tree. And I have, of late, managed to resist the urge to pick my neighbors beautiful roma tomatoes, which are growing on the STREET side of the sidewalk. Public domain? no? Okay, I won’t take them. Not really foraging, anyway.
This came up today because as I walked to work through Volunteer Park, I noticed a lot of fallen chestnuts. I told a friend of mine that I wanted to pick them up on the way home and make roasted chestunuts and other wonders of the chestnut worl, and he informed me that the kind that grows in North America are poisonous. Is this true? I picked them off the ground in Vermont, and I’m not dead, but that isn’t really the kind of logic I like to adhere to when it comes to this. So what say you Seattle, can I eat the chestnuts?