Mushrooms

Wish I knew which ones were safe to eat. The variety that grew in my yard in the PNW was astounding. One variety had a cap that was somewhat funnel shaped. It grew so fast & large, that the cap contained the dirt that was once the ground surface. Some were over 6+" across the cap. Then were the tiny white ones that were less than 1/2". They grew together like a carpet. Never witnessed any creatures eating them.

He considered himself to be an expert on wild mushrooms. He would pick mushrooms when working the fields and bring them home declaring them safe. Grandma would cook them and all would eat their share. Grandpa would save his till last and always be too full to eat them. He would wait until the next day and eat his. My mother said they suspected that he was waiting for no one to be sick before he ate. He made it to 96 years old.

I used to buy or subscribe to Field & Stream in the 70s and his article was usually the first one I'd read. I enjoyed his characters like Rancid Crabtree(I think I broke mah face pulling that dang slangshot), his dog Strange and His neighbor Finley who provided all the outdoor equipment mostly by accident. His stories could make me laugh out loud.

It’s part of the animita group. You will die.

My first two wives died of wild mushroom poisoning. The first one, Helga, was a gem. Married her while stationed in Germany. We went out one evening, picked some mushrooms to go with our Shnitzel. All seemed well until she fell ill and died the next day. The base doctor said it was due to poison mushrooms. My second wife, Shirley, was a real number. She also died because of wild mushroom , she died of a gunshot wound when she wouldn't eat her damn mushrooms.... My third wife, Renee has been a princess; ever since I told her about my first two wives, she won't even touch mushrooms!