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oyster mushrooms always remind me of the pne
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unhinged
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From pinpricks to monstrous colonies of oysters the best natural treasure hunt
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raze
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i thought someone threw a bunch of marshmallows around the trees to see if the squirrels would eat them. size-wise, think halfway between roasting marshmallows and the little ones we all sacrificed to hot chocolate when we weren't thinking about the repercussions. but they weren't marshmallows. they were tiny white wild mushrooms. they looked more like hypsizygus tesselatus than amanita thiersii. morsels of life, scattered and sparse, but everywhere.
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she would go mushroom hunting on the weekends and bring them into work, usually a bag full of ruffly oyster mushrooms. once she brought in chanterelles, my favorite. i took a couple and sauteed them in butter and garlic, ate them on thick buttered toast.
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tender square
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i found some growing on the south side of my house yesterday, three different varieties! one was so big, the size of a lettuce head, that i thought it was a styrofoam ball, a piece of trash that had blown in from my neighbor’s yard. i kicked it with my foot and it broke into three soft, heavy chunks. it was only then that i realized what it was. i swear these were never here last autumn.
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maybe you just didn't notice them or they had better fruiting conditions this year or the spores found their way to your yard during the last fruiting season
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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A black raspberry bush grew up in my parents' backyard just like that. One year it wasn't there, next it was. (Or maybe the thorny stalks were there, tangled with the other vine, but I didn't notice them because they weren't producing berries yet.)
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I wish my mother liked mushrooms. But there's nothing stopping me from going to Dorval Gardens or Le Frigo Vert and just buying some.
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what's it to you?
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