It took us more than a year; we ran, hid behind bushes, applied aboriginal makeup to our faces and genitals, whetted our flint-tip upon Catskill bluestone. And now, finally, we're poised on one leg, ready to throw a Tickler spear at the unsuspecting wallaby that is the Catskills Food Scene. You can hardly blame us for keeping quiet when every other fucker north of Canarsie has been giddily blowing bubbles through the Kool-Aid for the last five years. But hey, we're here. And what more charming marsupial to inaugurate our hunter-gatherer javelin upon than Katie Phelan, chef, baker, finder, farmer, forager, recent transplant, mover and shaker at Delaware County's latest gastronomic phenomenon, Goldenrod. Muddle yourself a misshapen ceramic bowl of fermented chive buds and lend an ear.