The Storm Has Probably Ruined The Mushrooms That We Have Found So
Delicious Lately.
At one time, just out of the post, there was a long,
log stable for cavalry horses which was removed two or three years
ago, and all around, wherever the decayed logs had been, mushrooms
have sprung up.
When it rains is the time to get the freshest, and
many a time Mrs. Fiske and I have put on long storm coats and gone out
in the rain for them, each bringing in a large basket heaping full of
the most delicate buttons. The quantity is no exaggeration
whatever - and to be very exact, I would say that we invariably left
about as many as we gathered. Usually we found the buttons massed
together under the soft dirt, and when we came to an umbrella-shaped
mound with little cracks on top, we would carefully lift the dirt with
a stick and uncover big clusters of buttons of all sizes. We always
broke the large buttons off with the greatest care and settled the
spawn back in the loose dirt for a future harvest. We often found
large mushrooms above ground, and these were delicious baked with
cream sauce. They would be about the size of an ordinary saucer, but
tender and full of rich flavor - and the buttons would vary in size
from a twenty-five-cent piece to a silver dollar, each one of a
beautiful shell pink underneath. They were so very superior to
mushrooms we had eaten before - with a deliciousness all their own.
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