Drive slower, Ma, you can’t see over the mushrooms!
Blog Guy, I’ve signed up for one of your tours to Krasnoyarsk, that Siberian city you call Wackytown. I’m very excited!
Cool! Which tour will you be joining?
Sure. When it’s winter here, it’s summer in Siberia. At least I think that’s how it works. Plus, they’re in a different time zone.
Ah, you’re the expert. Will we get a chance to shop for some local produce?
Yes, there’s a side trip to buy mushrooms.
I LOVE mushrooms! Is there a big farmers’ market with lots of local color?
Not exactly. This woman sells the stuff from the hood of her car by the roadside. Her family collects the mushrooms in a forest.
I guess so. I’ve only seen the woman. The rest of them are in the forest, collecting the mushrooms. I suspect they’ll be out with a new batch soon. It’s been about four years since they last went in….
A local resident sells mushrooms and pine nuts, collected in a forest, from her car on a roadside near the settlement of Balakhta, some 100 miles south of the Russia’s Siberian city of Krasnoyarsk, September 5, 2011. REUTERS/Ilya Naymushin