Last weekend Wil an I originally planned on going fishing.
On the way to the lake we spotted people with baskets, obviously mushroom pickers.
We pulled over immediately, grabbed our basket and knives and ran into the forest. Wil found some boletus mushrooms right away, and later we found an oyster mushroom grove.
It's almost ridiculous how happy mushroom picking makes me.
It's both exciting and relaxing at the same time.
That is if you don't run into a bear mama and her cubs or a hungry cougar....
Back home we made homemade pasta with mushroom whisky sauce, a Murray-classic at this point.
I never had wild oyster mushrooms before. They are much milder and less earthy tasting then chanterelles and porcini. Maybe that is because they grow on trees rather than on the ground.
What was very interesting was the slight anis flavor and smell that added a new twist to the dish.
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