

In my youth, I had terrible and traumatic experiences with my shoulders separating and dislocating at various times during sports. I had my first reconstructive surgery at 18 years old on my right shoulder. This was the result of a year’s worth of extreme snowboarding accidents. Three years later, I was back on the operating table — this time for my left shoulder. After the second surgery, my upper body was extremely tight and rigid. Over the years, I had developed major issues with larger muscle groups in my upper body trying to overcompensate for the smaller, weaker muscles surrounding both of my shoulder joints. Even after months of physical therapy, I was worried I may have complications with my shoulders for the rest of my life.
If you don’t think making blackberry jam from wild blackberries is a “manly” thing to do, just think about the the days of hunter-gatherers. What could be more manly than tromping through the woods like a grizzly bear collecting food from the wild? In this case, however, I was actually walking on a paved road and collecting blackberries from the ditch-line because foraging in our woods right now presents too much of a poison-ivy risk. I also ended up with a Band-Aid® around my finger and spent more time canning in the kitchen than foraging in the great outdoors. Male egos and gender-stereotyping aside, foraging for wild food is good for your body, good for the planet, good for your wallet and, most importantly, good for your taste buds.