Watching Jaime Oliver forage for wild mushrooms last week, reminded me of my grandmother who used to take me on her foraging expeditions. We would pick cherries, wild raspberries, and look for poke sallet. We’d gather black walnuts in the fall, and in the winter she would look for spice bushes for tea. I really hated those walks then, but now I look back in fondness of the things she taught my mother and me. She also gave me a deep appreciation of where food comes from. Does anyone still do this, and if you do, what do you look for?