We used to go mushroom picking as kids, every Sunday as the weather changed from Summer to Autumn, wellies on, baskets and pen knifes in hand off we went..dad taught us which mushrooms were edible and which ones weren't, you learnt quickly as kids, searching under trees, pulling leaves back with our sticks, we found all sorts, amazing toadstools, puffballs we kicked till they burst with clouds of smoke, it was so much fun and trying to find and pick more than my sister made it even better!
Between us we'd pick hundreds then we'd get home dad would clean and prepare them, as we watched on, 50% of them would be crawling with worms and maggots yuk disgusting and what a waste but guess that was all part of the experience, seeing how many mum could dry and turn into her amazing sauce which we ate with onions and cream and fresh bread!
Mum and dad still go most weekends throughout September and October, combined with a pub lunch its a perfect Sunday really...but the only problem now is that I have to beg and plead for her to share them with me, "you only need a few" she says, "Joanna that's enough you don't need anymore!" Ha she's so protective of them as they collect and dry them to last through Xmas and the rest of the year to follow before it's mushroom season again.
Check these bad boys out a basket full of fungi delights....
Pappa Spoons with two hand picked Prawdziwki...he's a Fungi!
She gave me a batch they picked a few weeks ago reluctantly but proudly and then combined them with real 'prawdziwki' (porcini) mushrooms they brought last weekend all the way from Poland.
The taste is so amazing and until you try them you will never appreciate the power and richness they bring to any dish!
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