Mushrooms — Yuk!

Or are they?

“DNA ties us all together; we share ancestry with barracuda and bacteria and mushrooms, if you go far enough back.” — Spencer Wells

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I had no idea how much these insignificant, brown/white/sometimes off white/sometimes dirty, weird looking things could pack such a significant punch in the health and well-being stakes. 🍄

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I recently wrote a post ‘Your Taste Does Change’ in which I gave an example of my horror of eating olives. The same applies to mushrooms.

As a youngster, I can remember my mother being delighted after an autumn rain when mushrooms popped up on our back lawn. She would run outside with glee and carefully pick them. Before she got the fungi back into the house, she would have already eaten at least one of them.

In the kitchen, she would carefully peel the outer skin off then take these, and the stalk ends back outside and scatter them on the lawn. She had the belief that this made more grow. It seems like it worked; we always had a good crop when the time was right.

Back in the kitchen, she would prepare them for dinner. Luckily we had parents who didn’t make us eat anything we didn’t like, as long as we had a taste each time. To me, mushrooms were revolting!