You'd think that a lady who prides herself on stalking the most elusive wildlife (well, almost) would consider food photography less than exciting.
In fact, it is particularly enjoyable when it involves foraging, Slavic-style, and a sore back to remind of the said activity for days to come. (Okay, the latter is more along the lines of "memorable" rather than "enjoyable," but you get the idea!)
How to abuse men into the paleo lifestyle—the devious Russian way? Bake them a rhubarb-and-raspberry pie!
Half of rhubarb gone and half to go: this is what happens when you sign up for half a share at a local organic farm.
Oh, and those wild strawberries I expropriated from the bears (as per my post below)...
These are of the garden variety--I won't lie--so they're twice the size. However, they taste very similar, and that's my expert opinion as a foodologist!