If I can't find Randy this time of year, I usually check the woods—he’s usually out hunting for wild mushrooms. Now, we’re way too young to be playing full-time mushroom foragers, but guided by our friends from Italy, it’s turned into such a fun way to get some fresh air and hunt for forest gold over the years. That said, even though I trust my husband completely, I maintain a strict "you first" rule when it comes to eating his wild finds. I always tease him that I’ve got 9-1 already dialed on my phone—if he starts to go down, I’m ready!