Radio silence from me on this platform for over a year, I know. If you're curious about what's been going on with MuseumEats please check out the instagram posts @museumeats and @agaricusaugustus.
2019's Autumn has been a glorious mushroom season so far. A 30-minute duck into a cascade or mouth of a river has delivered pounds of very hearty, young mushrooms nearly every time, however my collections have often been homogenous to one species. I'm really looking forward to seeing more diversity as we move towards November.
I had a dream this weekend that mushrooms were actually living art made in reverence of the genitalia of its makers - aliens that landed on earth and introduced fungi, thus ending the age of carbon (ie. coal production), millenia ago (I love this idea but it may be defunct). I woke up feeling deeply perverted and ashamed for eating all these jennies. But then I got hungry and all we had were pounds and pounds of mushrooms and butter so I continued on with my cunnilingus/fellatio and felt just fine about it.
I also got officially engaged to my partner this weekend, which was a riot. I had just harvested the tiniest little baby of a Porcini after tracing a fat cluster when they pulled out a ring and asked, "Do you think this will fit on it?" We laughed, we cried, we danced around like goofballs and then I was like, "is it weird that I just want to get back to picking more mushrooms?"
Last, and simply because I think this post wasn't sexual enough, here is an article on fungal sex in your food.