The delicious and dangerous backyard of a food writer.
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Being a deep-thinking, rosé-drinking writer by the beach is not as glamorous as it sounds. Actually, it totally is. But come on, everyone has problems. Food writer and renaissance man Allen Salkin has a small village of scary yet seductive mushrooms growing in his backyard, which may or may not contain the ghosts of Saul Steinberg and his suicidal lover. Salkin asks that readers help identify the ‘shrooms so that he can fry ‘em up, or use them in his own crime of passion, or simply run for the hills. In other words, the dude’s off to Montauk. [Food Republic]
