Yesterday my husband and I went for a walk in the forest. We were on a mission. Searching for giant puffballs. We had been told that this was a good spot. A good spot it was.
Unfortunately, someone had damaged a lot of them. They had been kicked and scattered on the forest floor. We were however able to find a few. These we plan to cook and eat. A first time for both of us.
Unfortunately, someone had damaged a lot of them. They had been kicked and scattered on the forest floor. We were however able to find a few. These we plan to cook and eat. A first time for both of us.
The sight of the mushrooms brought back childhood memories. Not at this stage but when the fungus dries up we both remember stomping on them to watch the cloud of spores that would be released into the air in a giant cloud.
We continued out walk and took note of other mushrooms on the floor of the woods. Unknown to us and foreboding. The first one I noticed was brilliant crimson, as if to say don't touch me.
We continued out walk and took note of other mushrooms on the floor of the woods. Unknown to us and foreboding. The first one I noticed was brilliant crimson, as if to say don't touch me.
We continued along until we reached the edge of the forest and stopped to take a picture to the house in the distance, Then we turned around and headed back from where we had come.
On the way back my husband took eight more photos of fungus on the forest floor. Each special and unique in its own way. A nice interlude.
Tonight we cooked the giant puffballs. Thickly sliced and fried in a little garlic butter util it formed a crisp golden crust. That with some veal sausage and red leaf lettuce salad. Not bad for a forest find.