August and Princely
Sitting ostentatiously right by the gate to my daughter's Kindergarten was a group of Prince mushrooms, Agaricus augustus, Sw. Kungschampinjon. Some had been there long enough to become huge and riddled with worms. But many of them are in perfect shape. People just don't seem to know their shrooms around here. Yum!
[More blog entries about mushrooms; svamp.]
Labels: mushrooms
posted by Martin at 20:21
9 Comments:
It was nice knowing you.
(I'm too chicken to pick field mushrooms so I stick with chanterelles and porcini exclusively).
Actually, you're right. Picking mushrooms is stupid. They hardly have any nutritional value at all, and you run the risk of killing yourself.
I guess it's just a self-destrucive middle-class tradition. Back in the days of subsistence farming, very sensibly nobody would touch a mushroom.
Mushroom-picking is great, as I find it nice to have a designated goal for the stroll in the woods, much as I like to have a ball to chase when I exercise. I simply avoid mushrooms where there exists even the slightest risk of mix-ups with poisonous ones As much as "death cap" is a brilliant name for a mushroom, the prospect of liver necrosis is less tempting.
Yeah, eating mushrooms is really a silly way to die. You're living on the edge, but still it's as far as you can get from a rock star lifestyle. Death by hembygdsförening.
Ick. I never understood the fascination with eating fungus that grows in poop.... blech.
No, eating vegetables and cereals grown on fields manured with poop is really much nicer. (-;
Shut up. ;-)
The varieties that grow in poop are actually the most fascinating ones - of the Psilocybe family. The rest of them generally grow in soil, i.e. the earth.
Sneeking around in the forest hunting for chantarelles is great! Eating them is secondary.
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