I found a reddish capped mushroom with white gills under a white pine yesterday and some whitish capped mushrooms with white gills and a shaggy stem that were all over the really good spot for so many things and I couldn't find it online. I'd returned the mushrooms of Iowa book and I am pretty sure it was in there, sometimes flipping through a book is easier than scrolling through pictures online. It bugs me not to know. And when I look at a plant and can't name it it also bugs me. It always has. So I got two books focused on medicine making and two books focused on foraging to browse through, and I need to correct the dreadful situation of not having any vodka before I head back home to lunch on a baked potato and some chowder or bisque that I made out of a soup bone and heavy cream I got at the hub, four cups of boletes of some sort of slippery jack variety and another four cups of a chicken of the woods that came out overnight with all the rain, as well as some beef cubes and zucchini, carrot, onion, garlic, celery, crushed tomatoes and corn. I also threw in a handful of meadow mushrooms that I missed yesterday. I'd already eaten a handful of meadows on my lunch potato yesterday. When I went for my evening walk someone's trash had fallen off a truck and a soggy giant puffball had rolled out of it, hopefully to spore up our neighborhood. I think our yeti is getting very active about hijacking fungus on its way to any kind of dump.
I put the bolete tubes in the trash though because we don't have a juniper to put them under, or maybe they were focused on the pine.
Next time I see a bunch of boletes I'm going to harvest to dry. Their taste is unmatchable in soup, and they are kinda lousy as a side dish but mind blowing in a soup.
I forgot that I hadn't put any chicken in the soup, this time of year the chickens of the woods are more stringy than they are in the late summer when they are more spongey like dried frozen tofu, most of it was just like pulled chicken though some of it was papery, and this was a very young one. I check this log every day, sometimes two or three times, so I know it was less than 24 hours old. They seem to keep longer in the heat.
But visually, it looked like that fabled lobster bisque that the grey pupon guy would order.
I'm certain I've seen lobster mushrooms at this spot in the past, especially because I found russula mushrooms there earlier this week. Anyway, there is a limit to how many mushrooms a person can eat and I got a lump on my hand from excessive phosphorous, though it went away fairly quickly. My bones seem very solid for a change, this has always been an issue for me because of the gassing of people with natively high energy levels. Its the Russians. Its always been the Russians. They are doing it to Hotzetiger too in Ulaan Baatar. They are pissed off that the better they get at looking at genes all the infirmities that they blame on the huns are only in the hybrids and that there are purebloods with brown or blonde hair and green, grey or blue eyes.
They've been piping in CO2 because most of us have learned since childhood to sleep on our bellies with our faces buried in our pillows, but that becomes impossible if they make our lungs wet. Mullein dries that right out though, and I need to get another batch of tincture going, because I think there will be a long battle ahead. When my brother and I hooked up that time, our daughter was put in the program, and from that point her ovaries have been active in Russia. They have a way of normalizing head shapes, then they scan the brain to see if its grown to fill the space, if it hasn't those kids end up on the foreign adoption market. Eventually the accumulations will turn the tide. In the mean time there's other stuff going on.
