October 13, 2008
We went mushroom picking just a short sprint to the hillsides by our house. Usually we never meet anyone except for shepherds so I was surprised to see many figures bent over searching the ground with their baskets. It became quite competitive, but friendly. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. We exchanged recipes for what to do with them. I can remember my Polish grandmother’s pickled mushrooms and I loved them (my cousin recalls them as slimy eels). I wish I had paid more attention to her talents now.