On Wednesday we intercepted forager Felisa Rogers as she returned from the hunt. Rogers, the fiscally irresponsible and intolerably smug author of Salon's "Scavenger" series, carried a burlap bag that contained a few handfuls of chanterelle mushrooms.
"I didn't find the king boletes I was looking for, but these chanterelles are going to be delicious in a soup with organic chicken, acorn squash, and zucchini from our garden. Plus hiking off trail is way better than going to the gym," Rogers said sanctimoniously. Clad in dirty bell bottoms and shapeless earth tones, Rogers looked the part she has carefully cultivated: that of a somewhat precious Oregon foodie who evidently enjoys crawling through damp thickets. When not foraging, Rogers claims to enjoy a quiet life of cooking, canning, reading dry non-fiction and British mysteries, teaching Spanish to children, and quilting with her elderly Quaker neighbor.
But is this the whole picture? Rumors have arisen that Rogers's wholesome facade masks her tawdry past as semi-professional wrestler and international party girl. "Rogers jumped right into the ring at the Showbox and bit me," a Seattle wrestler remembers. Another witness confirms that Rogers looks suspiciously like a former regular at a Guatemalan heavy metal bar.
Both witnesses are referring to events from the previous decade. But the reports have brought new witnesses out of the woodwork. Several sources now accuse Rogers of behaving erratically in the past year.
"I could swear I saw this same woman at a fashion show in a pseudo-moorish palace in San Pancho, Mexico. She was drinking margaritas and modeling a hat made out of a piñata," said a source, who wished not to be named.
While this publication cannot confirm if these rumors are true, it does raise questions about the forager's motives. If Rogers is a n'er'do'well, then why does she feel the need to carefully cultivate a wholesome foil? And if Rogers is sincerely committed to her wholesome lifestyle, then how does she live with her dark alter ego?
When asked about the allegations, the forager declined to comment.
"I didn't find the king boletes I was looking for, but these chanterelles are going to be delicious in a soup with organic chicken, acorn squash, and zucchini from our garden. Plus hiking off trail is way better than going to the gym," Rogers said sanctimoniously. Clad in dirty bell bottoms and shapeless earth tones, Rogers looked the part she has carefully cultivated: that of a somewhat precious Oregon foodie who evidently enjoys crawling through damp thickets. When not foraging, Rogers claims to enjoy a quiet life of cooking, canning, reading dry non-fiction and British mysteries, teaching Spanish to children, and quilting with her elderly Quaker neighbor.
But is this the whole picture? Rumors have arisen that Rogers's wholesome facade masks her tawdry past as semi-professional wrestler and international party girl. "Rogers jumped right into the ring at the Showbox and bit me," a Seattle wrestler remembers. Another witness confirms that Rogers looks suspiciously like a former regular at a Guatemalan heavy metal bar.
Both witnesses are referring to events from the previous decade. But the reports have brought new witnesses out of the woodwork. Several sources now accuse Rogers of behaving erratically in the past year.
"I could swear I saw this same woman at a fashion show in a pseudo-moorish palace in San Pancho, Mexico. She was drinking margaritas and modeling a hat made out of a piñata," said a source, who wished not to be named.
While this publication cannot confirm if these rumors are true, it does raise questions about the forager's motives. If Rogers is a n'er'do'well, then why does she feel the need to carefully cultivate a wholesome foil? And if Rogers is sincerely committed to her wholesome lifestyle, then how does she live with her dark alter ego?
When asked about the allegations, the forager declined to comment.