I was so excited by all things mycological after the workshop that I headed out into the woods near Scout Mountain the next weekend to forage for myself. I beamed with pride when I met an elderly couple on the path carrying a giant white mushroom, who asked me if I might be able to identify it for them. Not only was I able to tell them (trying to keep the envy out of my voice) that they had found a very large pine mushroom, but I was even able to advise them as to the best way to cook it. The satisfaction of learning something new truly comes when you get to impart it to someone else, and is even greater when that information leads to dinner. Thinking there must be more where that came from (strangely inapplicable when it comes to mushrooms) I moseyed about looking for pines for a while but there were no more that I could find. What I did find however was a perfect fairy-house amanita muscaria (above) and what I believe should be called a parasol mushroom (below), although I have no idea what it is actually named. Oh, and a handful of lobsters that I fried up for dinner. I'm hooked.
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