Youngest son Ben, when about 3, would creep into the bed early in the morning, snuggle up to my dozing ear and whisper, “Do you like poisonous mushrooms?” No one could work out why.
Up very early to take off to Salt Point, http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=453 , 15 miles North of Bodega Bay, a reputed mushrooming swinging hot spot. It is all true, there are mushrooms everywhere. We root around in the forest and at first find lots of Chanterelles and Bolets loading them into our bags.
Then we start to question ourselves, doubt creeps in and as usual ;
“….. conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.”
Are these really Bolets? What is this purple slime oozing out of them? Shouldn’t Chanterelles be more trumpet shaped? The truth is that we are hopelessly ill-equipped to gather wild mushrooms. We have no book.
We have no idea which mushrooms are yum and which are bum. However it is wonderful wandering around the silent forest in the misty Fall air.
We wander down to the sea for a picnic and then back to the woods.
After discarding all our mushrooms as probable stomach pump risks, Martha finds a rich seam of Hedgehog mushrooms.
These are totally edible, well we think so and as we ate them last night and as I am writing this right now then I suppose that is some sort of scientific proof.