Welcome to the woods!
Yesterday was an interesting day…
One time I was making small mushrooms for a ring and my teacher and I started a to talk about them, he told me about going to the woods once a year to pick a variety of them, how seriously people take this and I asked a million questions, little did I know two years later I would be doing it myself.
The most important thing is to go with someone that knows where to find them, location and the right spots and which are the ones you can eat and which are poisonous, I was lucky to go with three men who had 50 years of doing this
They gave me a special knife, because they have to be removed from the stem, if you just pull them they won’t grow next year.
And a whistle, there were 6 of us in groups of two, so one blow meant we were around, two blows meant you were lost
They gave me a basket and then they left before I could ask anything else, in a blink they turned into little children right before my eyes and just left with their basketsl
I was faced with this:
Basket in hand just knowing I was to search on damp places.
I can’t describe the joy..
But I can show you.
So many different kinds, so many details, I found many hidden under rosemary bushes.
The minute you moved them around to pick the rovellon between the damp smell of the earth and rosemary it was impossible not to smile, what a pure smell.
The whole place was the perfect scenario for a fairytale
We were there from 9am to 2pm having a little break in the woods for lunch under the mist and we showed each other what we had found
Here is a different variety of the ones we can eat.
Here is what I found.
It was such a lovely experience, specially since the people I went with knew so many stories of the place, they told me many recipes, how to clean them and store them even how to conserve them.
I agreed to come next year.
These are the moments I cherish.