My love of foraging began in my earliest memories. Before I could walk long distances, my mom pulled me around in a little red wagon and picked all sorts of things for me to taste. She was not a hard core forager, but my grandfather not only planted all sorts of fruit and vegetables on his farm but encouraged edible wild plants to grow. Apparently, she had to keep a bottle of ipecac on hand because I tried to eat everything By my teens, I was...