I like the criteria for choosing a place for retirement – somewhere to go mushrooming. I wonder if this is a French trait associated with the passion for good food? Not sure I have heard of it being a criterion in Australia.
Fraussie
June 4th, 2012 at 9:04 am
Well, it was only ONE of the criteria (another being a river to fish in …). Relationnel knows everything you can eat in the countryside. I forgot to mention that there were wild strawberries just next to the mushrooms. Not being a strawberry eater myself, I picked them for him while he was searching for more mushrooms in the bracken!
A neighbour took us mushrooming in our early days here, pointing out the ones we could eat, but we’ve never dared go on our own! I’m a wimp. I buy my mushies from the supermarket. That one of yours looks yummy though!
Fraussie
June 4th, 2012 at 7:45 pm
Ah, what a pity! From the description of your place, there must be plenty of mushrooms just waiting to pick. Some are more difficult to recognise than others, but this particular type (cèpes) are totally recognisable and there is no possible confusion – the button head, spongey underneath area (as opposed to gills) and fat stem. You might like to read one of my earlier posts about boletus mushrooms explaining how to recognise them http://www.aussieinfrance.com/2011/10/wild-mu_/ You really have to try!
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I like the criteria for choosing a place for retirement – somewhere to go mushrooming. I wonder if this is a French trait associated with the passion for good food? Not sure I have heard of it being a criterion in Australia.
Well, it was only ONE of the criteria (another being a river to fish in …). Relationnel knows everything you can eat in the countryside. I forgot to mention that there were wild strawberries just next to the mushrooms. Not being a strawberry eater myself, I picked them for him while he was searching for more mushrooms in the bracken!
A neighbour took us mushrooming in our early days here, pointing out the ones we could eat, but we’ve never dared go on our own! I’m a wimp. I buy my mushies from the supermarket. That one of yours looks yummy though!
Ah, what a pity! From the description of your place, there must be plenty of mushrooms just waiting to pick. Some are more difficult to recognise than others, but this particular type (cèpes) are totally recognisable and there is no possible confusion – the button head, spongey underneath area (as opposed to gills) and fat stem. You might like to read one of my earlier posts about boletus mushrooms explaining how to recognise them http://www.aussieinfrance.com/2011/10/wild-mu_/ You really have to try!
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[…] picking so after lunch, we set out with Mei Lun to search the forest where we found quite a lot of summer ceps this year. We put on our “mushroom eyes” and the first ones we came across were parasol […]
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