When I was a little girl, my grandmother often took me mushroom picking. We lived in Washington state where they didn't pop up just anywhere. We would go for short hikes behind her home in the woods and collect a few fungi to eat with dinner. I love to eat them with everything. I love them on salads, pizza, mixed into any medley, with rice, sauteed, served on pasta, you name it. My husband however, is repulsed at the thought of eating them. I try to make meals that appeal to him so I often skip the mushrooms. Being here in Georgia and seeing them sprout up everywhere has made me start to feel quite nostalgic. The thing is, I don't remember which ones are safe to eat and which ones would make me hallucinate! I'm thinking of ordering a mushroom guide. Any suggestions? Nick has stated that he would tolerate them for me, so maybe I'll become a "eat mushrooms with everything" person again.
We had a big block of sunshine today. I was really thankful for that. It did start to rain a bit, but the sky looked blue everywhere else so we just waited it out. This northwest born girl doesn't let a little (very warm) rain get her down! The kids played well together for a while with some play dough. It's kind of a miracle when they are all in arms reach of each other in a content mood.
The sun didn't last long enough for me to go for a run outdoors today though. The thought of running in a thunderstorm terrifies me! Maybe tomorrow.
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