Hello, Peasants

So happy that fungi don't demand royalties.

Book ideas are like Zen koans for me. They come rushing all of the sudden – like when you finally recall someone’s name that you were grasping to remember hours earlier. And my ideas need to be plucked quickly and written down before they vanish.

This book started with a handful of slimy dirt in an old European farmhouse. The “dirt” was the roots of psil…