nog: you gotta leave, get out of here.
me: ok. but (leaving) but i was just picking weeds.
nog: doesn't matter. you have to go.
(i'm still walking toward the exit at this point, where I was heading anyhow).
nog: .... you were here before, right?
(I think for a sec and then say)
me: yeah, like two years ago I think I came here.
nog: no, you were here last week.
me: ahh...nope.
nog: yes you were.
as I am getting on my bike, he is grumbling to his friend, another nog no doubt, about my being there. amazing. some people are just not out there to make the world a better place. I was tempted to show him my findings, explain to him these are good eats, etc.
Anyhow, I tell this lightly, but I was all stirred up inside. I hate when people treat others that way, and I should know to completely avoid even sharing words with them at all, no matter how diffusing and polite I try to be. Trying to argue with that guy would have obviously gone nowhere, and just gets me riled up. Next time, I just say nothing. I'll play a mute.
Amsterdam has a LOT of nettles, and I saw a chicken mushroom (already) growing on a willow outside of de hortus. Almost took it but it would've been hard to get through customs. Actually, no it wouldn't. I find that you just lie and say you have nothing and you have a good chance. Instead, like an idiot, I admitted to the customs that I took a few seeds home (flowers seeds, a mask for my mary-j seeds). Total failure, they made me thrown them all out. In a fictional world...
me: Can I keep the 4 mary-j seeds I paid 20 euros for?
them: step this way, sir.
Savvy's dive last night (and a question we all have at some point: what is a lamb, a sheep, same thing? lamb is to sheep as beef is to cow):
Also, tons of juneberries and mulberries out. Since most mulberries usually are pretty bland, I made my sheet-gathered lot into spiced mulberry jam, which came out decent. Here's a tray's worth ready to be frozen.
Red and white mulberries in the pots.
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