Toxic Mushrooms
Autumn in France means one thing: champignons. City-dwellers take to the hills in search of the most elusive of delicate, tasty mushrooms. (Lessons from my French class back this up. The photocopied documents illustrate "a day in France: September 15" with an image of a family scrambling around on hands and knees, digging through the forest, to fill a basket with mushrooms.) At the Saturday morning market, the lines at the mushroom man's display have been phenomenal.
Our generous neighbors brought us kilos and kilos of earthy-smelling cepes, along with baskets of chestnuts. I was a little nervous about the poison potential, but they were just delicious sauteed with a little butter in an omelette. But sure enough, recent news broadcasts have sounded an alarm all across the southwest: champignons toxiques have led to a few deaths this year. Thus the importance of taking your gathered booty to the local pharmacy, where the pharmacists have been trained to identify the potentially hazardous mushrooms.
posted by MWN @ 5:59 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:54 PM,
Anonymous said…
HERE you are! still in limoges, i see. reading your blog, GOD, i want to come visit you! maybe someday when we have -- what do you call that green stuff? money? yeah, that's it, almost forgot. =) glad you seem to be happy, despite the cold you know will be coming soon, especially with pierre! as a little taste of home: nate and i went around the corner to our good friends house last night in modest costumes of horns and leather to help give out candy (we couldn't afford to buy our own to give out!). our friends also had the brilliant idea to have a coffee bar (complete with some booze for those in need) for hte parents who were out trick or treating with their children. it was a little slow, kids start early these days, but a lot of fun. heard this morning there was a gunfight in the castro when cops tried to disperse the crowd last night. so limoges sounding any better to you now? big love, katie
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