In the PNW, you can find mushrooms in your lawn, growing on trees (and, if you have a moisture problem, even in your house). Mushrooms like it soggy – think dripping moss in the rainforest soggy. Slow-moving giant slug slime soggy. Squishy, oozing mud soggy.
It’s been wet here in KY for a stretch, and mushrooms have appeared. Everywhere. As a rule, we don’t eat mushrooms unless we know for certain that they’re edible. Wild mushrooms, like other wild plants, can easily be misidentified by novice foragers. Caution in eating mushrooms seems to be instinctual, at least in some animals- our older dog who is otherwise very food adventurous will not eat mushrooms (unless smothered in spaghetti sauce, then they don’t really count). Seems like it might be hard wired. Continue reading “A Multitude of Mysterious Mushrooms”