I have a dozen or more books dealing with mushrooms, betwixt and between, in whole or in part. Some are foraging centred and some are game centred. Needless to add, pretty much, the most useful ones (and the most enjoyable ones) are that John Wright handbook and Jane Grigson’s The Mushroom Feast.
What I do not get is that most writing on mushrooms implies the main edible varieties are nigh equally flavoursome. My tuppence is that field mushrooms – what the French call les gris – and ceps are well out ahead, with chanterelles and morels in joint third. Truffles are in a category of their own. I have obviously eaten them, along with black trumpets, blewits, chicken of the wood, parasols, puffballs and shaggy inkcaps.
Caesar’s mushroom, cauliflower mushroom, dryad’s saddle and hedgehog mushroom are all meant to be excellent. I would love to try them. Have not eaten any other boletes, such as Slippery Jack, which are probably tasty.
But I do find it funny when writers imply that parasol mushrooms are as delicious as les gris…
How dangerous is it to go foraging for mushrooms without being armed with a comprehensive knowledge of what’s safe and not safe. Aren’t there mushrooms that appear to be very safe but are actually deadly ? Or is the danger of mushrooms a bit exaggerated?
I genuinely think that the John Wright book is more than enough. The way he describes the psychedelic varieties always brings a smile, and he has a good handle on how daft the laws are. Chicken of the Wood would be high up on my list, but using the simple metric of effort in to flavour out, the field mushroom walks it. The little ‘snap’ when I pick a fresh one brings my childhood memories flooding back.
Anyway, chicken breasts and field mushrooms for dinner today. An early one, as we’ll be on the road to Thurles.
If you’re somewhat cautious and stick with some of the more easy to identify types, it’s hard to go wrong. There are plenty of mushrooms that will sicken you, and a lot less that will kill you.