Handpicked

White. Flowered. Doesn’t matter if they’re big or small. Must feel thick and fleshy. Dry, not damp. Most important still – they must be as white as possible. The dark ones are the older ones, not so tasty.

Handpicked. Every single one of them in the bag. 2 bags, for 2 dear friends. It took an hour. The stallowner rained down a new batch of shrooms each time it looked as if the whiter ones in the pile had been all sniffed out. Yes, sniffed out. I did at some point feel like a pig poking around for truffles :-p

But it was worth it. For friends I love 🙂

The knowledge of being handpicked must be wonderful. Chosen. Say it – Chosen.

Funny what lessons can come from fungi.

[Rabbit is Coming!]

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