Going Nuts

Why economics is a terrible measure of joy

I have a dear friend who says I’m being a “bear in the woods” whenever I am out gathering various tasty things to eat in the forest, the fields, or wherever. Ursine moniker aside, she never asks me why don’t I just go to the supermarket. She gets it.

Chances are, you do, too. It is almost a cliche that the best-tasting trout is one you caught that morni…