The ashen moon hung low that brisk October night. Despite the obscuring fog, I could see my breath. The chill cut me a little deeper than the rest of my neighbours, as I was bereft of any clothing, planting my garlic naked, in the time-honoured tradition. Or so I had mis-read. It turns out planting […]
Words by Darren HowlettPhoto by Jennifer Brazil
My mom used to make stuffed mushroom caps at the drop of a hat. “We’ve been invited to so-and-so’s for dinner. We’ll need to bring something.” Mushroom caps. “Company’s coming! We need an appy.” Mushroom caps. “Darren, what should we make for a treat?” Mushroom caps. It’s easy to see why we loved them so much. They’re roasted […]
Words & Photo by Darren Howlett
There’s something that connects me to a greater world when I fire up the smoker. I can’t put my finger on it. Words like “pastoral,” “holistic,” and “terrestrial” spring to mind, but they aren’t quite what I’m looking for. Maybe “connected” is the word. Smoking food connects me to my forebears: I’m using the preservation […]
Words by Darren HowlettPhotos by Jennifer Brazil
