Friday, August 19, 2011

Mushrooms on toast


I gathered, I photographed, I consulted, I googled, I read, I Facebooked with foragers, I sniffed, I emailed, I tested, I waited, I nibbled, I waited, I decided. No yellow stain on the flesh when bruised, no weird symptoms in me after my small test piece, I sauteed, I ate. Actually, I had forgotten them until an email from Ellen this evening reminded me that I had mushrooms to eat. Vince was at a party for his work, and so he was spared the ordeal. I think he should write a story called The Forager's Husband.

They were just drop dead (...uh, that was unintentional...) delicious. Agaricus campestris confirmed. Meadow mushrooms. I didn't mess with them. Butter, lemon, salt and pepper, good brown bread, toasted.


I saved one mushroom for a spore print per Ellen's instructions. Up in her Pennsylvanians woods she has yet another crop of black trumpet mushrooms.

And now that I know where these live, I might go back for more.

5 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness Marie- that is perfect!
    I'm sitting at the computer after a hard days catering and decidedly nibblish and I want your mushrooms on toast (toast looks seriously good too)
    I have some leftover button and brow- mushrooms, from todays chicken dish, not nearly as exotic, but I'll have to make do! x

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  2. I'm so very very envious. May I come with you when you go to check on future crops? Black trumpets are nice, but not nearly as meaty as your Agaricus!

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  3. You all are making me add "foraging" to my long term to do list! Those look great

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  4. The Forager's Husband. Whahaha. Ek drink 'n glasie op jou dapperheid.

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