Sunday, August 15, 2010

Not the "magic" variety

Every year Bogda (my Polish neighbor, remember?) and her sister spend a day in the nearby mountains gathering mushrooms.  She is an expert mushroom hunter.  I have been to her kitchen more than once to see wild mushrooms spread on newspapers covering every flat surface.  She has explained to me how delicious "real" mushrooms are.  I have explained to her how nervous I am about eating foraged mushrooms. 

She told me a story about some French people she and her sister encountered on a mushroom hunt who were also looking for the best wild mushrooms.  But by the questions they were asking, Bogda could tell they knew nothing about mushrooms.  She thought it was funny that they were French-- what do they know of mushroom hunting?

A few years ago I watched from the sidewalk as Bogda harvested mushrooms from our neighbors' yards as we walked to and from the school.  Later, when Kitty brought her one that she found in our yard, Bogda explained that she discovered the mushrooms from the yard are "not good taste".

When I encountered these tasty little morsels while mowing the lawn yesterday I thought of Bogda and her words of warning lest you feel confident enough to hunt mushrooms yourself:

"Eat for breakfast, dead by lunch."


Which is why Jared has made me promise not to indulge in Bogda's mushrooms.

3 comments:

alana said...

Just when I thought I'd never ever hear her name again .. Bogda returns! You made my night .. and now you can punch me. Remember - square in the face please.

Anonymous said...

I, too, am excited for the return of Bogda! What an entertaining neighbor you have.

Jaime said...

Rachel Ray would be so disappointed. Just today she was telling me (you know b/c she is just talking to ME)about the great dehydrated mushrooms you can buy thereby eliminating the need to forage for shrooms. Although, Bogda would probably hate RR, so nevermind.