Years ago my eldest sister collected mushrooms.  As a young college student, I drove across the State to her wood stove heated, out door toileted house. She and my brother in law had collected mushrooms that day, and made a delicious mushroom tofu dish.  Thinking back on it, it was a gorgeous meal, with wonderful company.  All before any of us were parents. Back when we had time to sit around a wood stove and talk and laugh, and then to walk out in the night and see the gorgeous stars.

Years later, my second oldest sister gave my new wife and I mushrooms for Christmas. It was a log that we kept in the bathtub and every week or so for a month, we would have a harvest of mushrooms.  What I remember is my young wife and I making some delicious mushroom soup.  It was a unique and very appreciated gift, and great soup.

For those who know about mushrooms, they are veritable feast growing all around us.  Of course for those of us who don’t, they can easily be deadly.  There’s a whole secret world of arcane knowledge that must be learned to pick mushrooms. In another life,  I will take the time to learn it.

© picture by Dan DeMarle 2017