Olivia is working at an organic farm this summer. She loves it. Recently, she brought home a little surprise from the fungus department. The owner gave her a mushroom log. She told Olivia that she thought Olivia would make a great Mushroom Mama.
I like it more as a centerpiece rather than a food source.
Olivia has to keep it moist and dark. Not conducive to my middle of the table sunny location.
I haven’t tried to eat any yet. After my recent ants on the Peep debacle, I’m not in any hurry to eat anything more exotic than a McDonald’s double cheeseburger, although I’m probably worse off with that than the ants I unknowingly ingested in the dark as I popped a Peep in my mouth while breezing through the kitchen one evening.
I’ll let you know who is the brave mushroom eater in the house. Personally, I think fungi are best left for the forest floor so it probably won’t be me. My loss, I know. Picky eaters lead a bland life but that’s okay in my book.