Posted on 08/10/2016 3:36:48 PM PDT by Jamestown1630
Being uninformed as to foraging, fearful of doing so for any type of fungi. For this fear it is more than probable a great many good tasting new things are never eaten. The closest I’ve come is seeing/hearing Ewell Gibbons. As to mushrooms, never acquired a taste for them until the ‘adult’ years. First battered and deep fried with a dip as a snack with an adult beverage. Then progressed to sauteed with butter. The other half has at last learned to best mushrooms purchased are the ‘closed’ kind because they are fresher. Never too old for an old dog to learn new tricks :-)
Do puffballs taste like normal mushrooms when sauteed? Would these be a plant found in Texas? Unfortunately, growing up as a child in the city there were few places to go in which to forage. Though we had relatives who did live on a farm nearby, they seldom spoke of the forage experience.
My memory of them (they are big) was of meaty pieces. My go to mushroom is the brown baby Bella. They cook up beautifully & freeze excellently after sauntering. Good to pull out a little frozen container of them for my hubby’s omelets & for a quick pasta dish. As to puffballs in Texas......I don’t know. I think half of what made them so good is because I was doing it w/ my dad : )
I understand...memories are tastes which we relish like fine wine. Memories are what shape us ...that and fattening foods :)
Honeysuckle sucking, sunflower seed gleaned, nuts and berries are my limit for wild food from nature.
My friends & I would suck the honeysuckle nectar too. One delicious drop of sweetness. Oh the innocent days of childhood.......when the biggest decision was to draw or play Barbies or lie in the grass w/ friends & chew blades of grass
Isn’t that the truth? Hours could be spent in front of the house, relaxing on an old quilt spread across the lawn talking about school, boys, music, boys, fav tee vee shows, boys, movie stars, boys. As we lived on a street corner with a street light that actually lit at night, we would also do the same after dark and watch the sky in between moving our jaws. If the sweet scent of gardenia happened to be blooming, we would be blessed with the wonderful fragrance. Oh, and let’s not forget the transistor radio!
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