Mushrooms

Please let me immediately assure you that I do not like or voluntarily eat mushrooms.

Is it because my mother used to forage for mushrooms, clean them, and serve them with dinner (with Dad surreptitiously whispering to my sisters and me: “Don’t eat them, girls. They are really toadstools, and she’s trying to kill us.”)? Is it because they taste like dirt (in my opinion)?

Those are the only two reasons that make sense.

That said, my husband and daughter love mushrooms. My daughter is a confident and successful mushroom forager. (Then again—thinking about my Dad’s admonitions—one only has to be UNsuccessful one time with mushrooms...just sayin’.)

What I love about mushrooms is their beauty, and in this message, that is all that counts. Here are pictures of mushrooms I have seen while hiking. Gorgeous and best left exactly where photographed.