Tomorrow my husband is going on mushroom hunt with Braise Culinary School. He loves mushrooms. I hate mushrooms. However, we both agree that they are very interesting to photograph.
Anyhow, he’s going to be up bright and early tomorrow to spend the entire day hiking through the Northern Kettle Moraine, tracking down all of the edible mushrooms he can find.
He has this book about mushrooms, North American Mushrooms: A Field Guide to Edible and Inedible Fungi, and I flipped through it a little bit and this is what I’ve deduced: if he eats the wrong mushroom he’s screwed.
For someone who is afraid to be on an airplane, I’d say that rolling the dice on a mushroom is probably the equivalent of jumping out of an airplane and not being sure if you’ve grabbed the backpack that has the parachute in it or a backpack that is filled with crayons, Highlights magazines, a Nintendo DS, and a juice box.
I’m just saying.
If it weren’t so cold, I’d think it would be a fabulous time. Although, to your point, my uncles used to eat wild mushrooms. Note the “used to”. They got some bad ones and spent a weekend hurting. Despite that, I hope he finds some interesting ones!
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I don’t believe there is anyone who loves all mushrooms or hates all mushrooms. There are so many variations that don’t taste the same. (By the way, my husband always said he hated mushrooms, so I chopped some up and put them in meatloaf — his favorite food — and he said it was really good. I didn’t tell him why. Ahem.)
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