I think this will start out as a digital journal of sorts, like my rambling through the local forests, and we’ll see what happens from there. As the first frosts of the year show themselves these autumn treasures will disappear from the surface of the ground and return to their true abode well below the freezing death to come. They only show themselves for a very short time each fall and then they are not seen.
Grifola Frondosa, aka Hen of the Woods, growing at the base of a very old oak tree somewhere in North Western Pennsylvania. Finding and eating these is a skill that I was given introduction to at the tender age of four or perhaps five years old. Well over four decades later the scope has expanded somewhat. If nothing else this delicacy anchors some of my earliest and fondest memories and helps provide instant and detailed recall via sensory stimulation as well as great tasting nutrition and has reported medicinal properties to boot.
If the old timers, I’m talking the ones from the “old country”, could/can see where this old timer has taken the art that they taught to me I hope they are as proud as I am grateful. My freezer “floweth over” almost every year. Some folks don’t like fungus, some are scared to death, as for me I eat em up!
Middle Oak 