tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818022341462530878.post956917262907945296..comments2023-05-30T06:38:34.054-04:00Comments on Rope Springs Eternal: Death and the MaidenMac K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17785320472632647157noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818022341462530878.post-71974672509910616592009-05-11T17:05:00.000-04:002009-05-11T17:05:00.000-04:00Mac!
Oh what a wonderful entry! Bad Ben!
Good...Mac! <br /><br />Oh what a wonderful entry! Bad Ben!<br /><br />Good Ben. Had he not devoured the bunny, you could have had a lovely dish...skinned, gutted, fried a little bit like Maryland Fried Chicken, in butter, with seasoned flour, and then stewed in milk for about 45 minutes....and you could have shared it with Ben.<br /><br />I remember many years ago, after a bitter divorce, a friend bringing me a large basket of chanterelles, red, smooth, horn of plenty, pigs ear, and other mushrooms, and without a thought to whether he knew what he was doing, I sauteed them in butter with a little wine. Perhaps I had a death wish going.. <br /><br />Oh my god! What a delight that meal(s) was. The different mushrooms tasted either like chicken/veal/beef/lamb, but really indescribable except Incredible! <br /><br />Obviously my friend knew EXACTLY what he was doing. He gathered them in a forest besides the mighty Chattahoochee River I believe in the spring. <br /><br />I have never had a meal like that again. I have tried, and have bought many different kinds of fungi to replicate that meal so long ago, but I have never been able to do so. Fresh gathered trumps even expensive specialty mushrooms in stores.<br /><br />Since then, I have become a mycophile....<br /><br />I remember many more years ago tromping through a field in Ann Arbor in the dead of night looking for 'magic mushrooms'. God only knows why we didn't die. There were bulls in there.<br /><br />Thanks, Mac, for the fond memories...<br /><br />JaneAsobimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15661326504398833746noreply@blogger.com