Mushrooms, mushrooms everywhere and not a one to eat

Posted on October 2, 2010


Maybe I could eat some of these, but I am not the one to tell you. The only mushroom I will pick and eat is the morel, because I learned how to identify it for sure. The reason I did that, of course, is that I did not wish to take anyone along on my morel-hunting expeditions.  Heh heh.

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There are lots more mushrooms in the woods around the Writing Studio and Bait Shop than I usually see in October.  I wonder if all the sneezing going on around here has anything to do with the clouds of mushroom spores in the air. Maybe I should take a mushroom course. If I could have tasty mushrooms in the fall as well as in the spring I would even be willing to share my morels.

Margie Guyot must know a lot more about all this than I do.  She wrote:

Sending a photo of some shaggy mane mushrooms that were growing in my yard yesterday. They’re delicious mushrooms — have you ever eaten them? Only good if pure white. Once the gills start changing (pale gray turning to black ink), they’re nasty. I made an omelet with them for breakfast. The cold & rain are good for something, at least. But don’t confuse them with the deadly poison amanitas. Shaggies always look shaggy & kind of like White Owl cigars.

OK, if I could be sure of telling the difference between White Owl cigars and the Angel of Death I would give this a try, but I’m not even going to show you the picture on account of liability issues.  Not to mention that I don’t want to give Dot McPherson any ideas.  Come to think of it, I haven’t heard from Margie in a few days . . .