Originally Posted by
Bamboozle
My mother instilled the fear of God in me to never eat anything that looked like a mushroom unless it came from Kennett Square, PA in a wooden box with blue paper inside. It worked; these days I hunt my fungi in the supermarket despite having good morel hunting in the woods on my property.
I let my neighbor pick them, he's braver than me when it comes to wild food.
BTW - Is this the kind of wild leeks and ramps we are talking about?
Your killing me over here!
Relaxed and now a Full Time Trout Bum, Est. 2024