Bill Skinner
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I know some guys, actually, it was the whole family, who used to pick those and make a "tea"". I was at a party at their place back after high school when they decided that everybody should go pick mushrooms. So we staggered out into the pasture and started looking for mushrooms growing out of cow patties. In the dark. With only one or two flashlights and those had rather weak batteries.
I have to admit that even rather drunk, I didn't think that was all that good an idea. Enyhoo. They got a bunch of mushrooms and put them in a pot and started boiling them. I suppose that if they had cleaned all the cow manure off them, it might have smelled somewhat better.
They poured the mess through a sieve and drank the result. I couldn't get past the smell, every time the cup got near my face, I stated heaving. Which at least got all the alcohol out of me.
Then everyone sat down and waited for the pretty colors to start. Except nothing happened. Which meant that everyone had basically just picked mushrooms at random, boiled them and drank the mess.
The more I learn about mushrooms, the more amazed I am that no one got sick or died that night. Most did get the runs from the manure, which is something, I suppose. It was enough to convince me to not mess with mushrooms with out someone who knows what they are looking at, even though the "experts" were self handicapped with alcohol.
That was my first and last foray into the world of foraging for mushrooms. Wish you were somewhat closer, Morphy, it would be nice to be able to go out with someone who could point out the edible mushrooms and not just the ones that will make you high. And they were wrong about those, BTW.
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