On my bike ride Saturday, I noticed a patch of lawn where shaggy mane mushrooms had just pushed up out of the ground.
Shaggy manes turn black when they're past their prime and become inky. So I was concerned about all the black. But it turned out to be dirt they'd pushed up as the erupted into the world from underground. There were probably a couple of dozen in this area. And it was public land so when I chose a few good ones, I wasn't poaching. In the pictures above and below here, you can see why they are called shaggy.
So I continued my bike ride and stopped back to get some mushrooms.
Here they are, ready to be cleaned.
Cut up.
And then cooking.
To me, these mushrooms are like a free gift from nature. You just have to come across them at the right time, and they're yours to pick and enjoy.
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