Mushroom Hunting in the Rain

Mushroom Hunting in the Rain

It had been raining on and off for about two days.  Baby and I hadn’t been able to get out of the house much, and it was starting to show. I found an excuse for us to go out via a trip to the library and the bank.  The library didn’t have what I wanted.  The baby didn’t want to get back in her car seat.  Cranky, cranky, cranky.

But then, I saw it.

I don’t even know what made me look over in that direction, but pulled up at a stoplight, I looked across and saw a stump on the corner covered in pale tan mushrooms.  A surge of adrenalin kicked in all at once.

I managed to pull out my phone, text “MUSHROOMS!” to my foraging mentor, cross lanes of traffic, and turn right (when I had started in the left hand lane).  There was nowhere to park, so I just flipped a u-turn and pulled the car half way up onto the sidewalk and parked it.  I turned off the engine and flipped on the flashers, texting my friend the address of the mushrooms as I did so.

“I’ll be right back!” I shouted at the baby, as I grabbed my phone and sprinted across the street, in the rain.  I’m sure I looked like a complete fool, this crazy woman, crouching in the mud and taking pictures of a tree stump in the rain.

But they didn’t know I was looking at my first ever flush of oyster mushrooms.



Wendy and I headed back two days later.  The mushrooms were a little rain soaked, but still edible, so we harvested almost the whole batch.


Two giant bags and 6.6 pounds of mushrooms later, and I’d experienced my first big score as a mushroom hunter.  Now I just have to decide what to do with them all!!!


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