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Tag: Fresh Chestnut The soft and fleshy bump you feel under one tire is his supper. And the twisted weed that grows next to a favorite flower is pan fried for breakfast. While the rest of us consider our food through plastic wrap and by peering at a picture on the side of a cardboard box, Fergus Drennan has a different plan. The British wild man is searching for manna from heaven. While the rest of us consider our food through plastic wrap and by peering at a picture on the side of a cardboard box, Fergus Drennan has a different plan. The British wild man is searching for manna from heaven. Growing hungry as we speak by phone, Fergus makes plans for some nearby take-out. While this spring day seems to have conspired against the frugal Englishman — the chestnuts he made morning porridge out of were bland, his bicycle tire was flat as he earlier headed to a violin lesson and the acorn bread he baked for lunch was as hard as a grave stone — Fergus is sure of soon having a full and satisfied belly. But he won't go off for the always reliable fare from the Golden Lion pub, open near his home in Broad Oak, on the southeastern corner of England. Fergus, instead, will wander off in search of fresh morels — spring mushrooms — sprouting near the shore-line of the English Channel. If he's lucky, he'll combine them with sea beets — a spinach substitutes which ancients believed could cure genital tumors. Put the fixings together with the root mash he'll whip up, and lay it all out beside the pheasant he discovered dead along a nearby roadway yesterday, and you have a feast fit for any impoverished English lord. These are the eating habits of a man who's turned back his body clock a few centuries.