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Discussion in 'Food & Drinks' started by Joe Riley, Oct 9, 2018.
Do you go out and pick your own mushrooms?
Plain old field mushrooms used to grow in our back field in Ohio. You could get a whole basket full at a time. My mother and I would fry them in butter. Very good. You had to pick them just right, or they would get wormy.
I've tried puffballs, but they aren't as good.
Field mushrooms don't grow here in Georgia. I've never eaten any of the wild ones here because you can't ever find enough to bother with, even if you knew which ones weren't poison.
I go out and pick our mushrooms at the grocery store.
We like ours stuffed!
My experience is similar to Nancy's, I used to pick field mushrooms with my father and we would have a fried mushroom feast.
I wouldn't trust myself these days, I would make myself sick just thinking about the possibility of picking and eating the wrong mushrooms.
After heavy rains, we get mushrooms that come up in the yard. Last week I awoke to find these.
The cool thing is when they come up in rings in the yard after a rain. I think they call them fairy rings. (I'm sure Richard Feynman could explain why. )
This morning, I discovered a Mushroom village at the top of the yard, below a large Norway Spruce.
Creamy Mushroom Soup
Grandma and Mushroom Soup
"My grandma didn't want to live with us in Bangkok. She told my mom she wouldn't be comfortable in the city. She wanted to be in her own environment, somewhere close to nature. Her decision to live alone was very telling of her independence and strength.
"On my last visit, we did Baci. Baci or บายศรี is an old tradition usually done by a senior person to wish the younger ones an auspicious life. The tradition is done through an act of tying a white string on one's wrist.
"As my grandma gently knotted those strings around my right wrist, I noticed her rough and wrinkled hands. The hands that raised and fed four children on her own. Mom always told us that grandma was a strong woman. I have no doubt. My mom is the living proof of her strength...like mother, like daughter they say.
"That early afternoon after Baci, we walked around her land and picked up wild mushrooms for lunch. Foraging was my grandmother's way of life. She lived sustainably. By that, I mean she lived within her means, in a minimalistic way that sustained her being.
"In her kitchen, there was no oven or fancy equipment, just pots and pans and a charcoal grill. I still remember the image of her small, ageing body moving around the kitchen as she cooked the mushroom soup for us.
"That was the last meal I ate with her."
That button one is a cute little thing. This is one I found in the woods all by itself. I doubt it's edible.
I found these in our yard a while back...they were different from the ones that usually come up and much more colorful.
I never see mushrooms in my yard...probably because it's dry. May see some in the winter.
Mushrooms usually pop up right after rainy weather, and moreso in spring and fall when it is not really hot or really cold. Because you don’t often get many rainy days, and you have a hot climate, it would be unlikely that you would get mushrooms, Chrissy.
Even though we have lots of rainy weather here in Alabama, I don’t remember seeing mushrooms here in our yard either.
When I lived in Idaho, we had mushrooms, and I used to pick them and we fried them and ate them or put them on a pizza. The ones that I picked were large, and looked almost like a pancake on top, and were from 4-6 inches across the top. Underneath, instead of gills, they had little holes and looked like a sponge.
Like most mushrooms, you had to pick them fresh, right after the rain, otherwise they got worms in them and you could not eat them. We always soaked the mushrooms in a salt water solution after we cleaned and washed them, just to make sure that there weren’t any worms already climbing up inside the stem.
There were morels around, too; but because they were such a prized mushroom, people that know where to find the morels kept it as a secret. Occasionally, I found some; but mostly I just picked the sponge mushrooms.
Sponge mushrooms. The light colored one looks fresh, the darker one might not be as good.
I get mushrooms in my backyard sometimes, particularly when it rains a lot. I've no idea what kind they are, though. Some of them are probably edible because I've noticed that the squirrels (or something) are eating them.
Hang in there. I promise there is a mushroom in this story.
A very wealthy man, named O. C. (Ohio Columbus ) Barber, the founder of the Diamond Match Company, owned a large estate in a little town called Barberton, near where I grew up. There were several huge barns. I remember us driving by just once, and seeing one far off in the distance, maybe Barn #3.
My parents told me they grew mushrooms inside the barn. This amazed me as a child. I've never been able to verify it with a picture, but did find this today.
"...Established as a partnership in 1920 by Mennonite farming brothers Ira and Menno Yoder — who previously managed the vast greenhouses on O.C. Barber’s farm and purchased them after his death — the business initially raised vegetables, mushrooms, and flowers for Northeastern Ohio sales."
Folks used to raise mushrooms in caves and dark buildings. An old picture of a mushroom farm in a quarry in England.
Maybe it was greenhouses with mushrooms, but it could have been a barn. Close enough.
That looks absolutely scrumptious!
Why a Small Pennsylvania Town Is the Mushroom Capital of the World
Half of America's mushrooms come from the area around Kennett Square, which is intensely proud of its mushroom heritage. The town closes its streets every year for a two-day mushroom festival. This past New Year's Eve, they dropped an 800-pound mushroom in lieu of a ball.
I've been having great fun checking out the old photos and articles about the Anna Dean Farm in Barberton, Ohio.
I love the internet!!!
Thanks for the links, Bea. I'm with you on the internet. One day we will be walking encyclopedias of trivia.
I'll go watch some toadstools grow now.
"The terms 'mushroom' and 'toadstool' are purely unscientific labels applied to different varieties of fungus. While there’s no real scientific difference or definition, the two terms have come to mean different things in the common parlance. The name 'toadstool' is often given to those fungi that are inedible or poisonous, while 'mushroom' is generally reserved for those that are safe to eat."
Here's the mushroom that was waiting for me when I walked outside this morning.
We have mushrooms/toadstool growing in our garden usually after the rains.. some grow right up through the membrane and the bark chips... against the wood edging... something has taken a bite out of them...
Sometimes we get flat top mushrooms growing in rings on the lawns.... I'd never dare eat them...