Many of you may be thinking that I’ve gone bonkers and am having Baby-Jesus-in-the-manger hallucinations in the mid-summer’s heat. No such thing. Today we hauled up ten bales of straw to the rooftop to prepare for the Rot’s new regal inhabitant Stropharia rugosoannulata, the King Stropharia mushroom.
|Straw bales await their ascent through the dumb waiter. We still had to haul ’em one more flight up by hand. What a mess!|
|Beds are packed with straw which will soon be inoculated with the Stropharia spawn.|
We’ll be growing these guys (fun guys, to be exact) in nifty roll-out drawers fashioned by a Noble Rot’s chefs/ architecture student (handy combo!). These drawers nest under our six, chest-high raised beds. In this fashion we’ll be able to take advantage of unused square footage on the rooftop to grow a product that’s sure to have both cooks and diners salivating down below. The shade of the raised beds will keep the drawers cool and moist – perfect conditions to grow a fungus. Besides the haul we expect for the restaurant, the design’s sheer multi-functionality should put us well on the way toward earning our Permaculture merit badge.
|Rooftop garden transformed into barnyard. Unfortunately no room for a square dance. Shucks!|
Finally, just the presence of the straw bales had its own merits. Once up on the roof, they really helped to transform the place into a farm setting, which produced an almost audible “Yeehaw!” from all present (OK, maybe I imagined that).
But I debase myself with such a bumpkin utterance. In the presence of royalty, one must stand up a bit straighter and in a noble voice acclaim, “All hail the King!”