BY THE MUSHROOMS
After a half-decade dealing with a chronic illness (ankylosing spondylitis) and unable to write, I did the only thing that made sense: start an oyster mushroom business out of my basement.
I did everything from scratch, from lab work on petri dishes to cooking grains in a pressure cooker to soaking an entire bale of straw in my bathtub. I got so good at growing mushrooms I even taught a couple workshops at a local continuing education program.
(Also, don't soak straw in your bathtub. It's a mess.)
In 2019 Prairie Oysters had a problem: It forgot to respond to an email from firstname.lastname@example.org two years prior. Ed wanted to know if the company sold mushrooms or cow testicles, and they were so busy not selling cow testicles that they couldn’t respond.
(But really, I just wanted to write headlines about bull testicles and pretend it was an elaborate website redesign.)