I love scrambled eggs with mushrooms and fresh garlic stalks. It’s a good dish for breakfast or even for lunch. Above all if the mushrooms are good, well-selected. I usually buy them at the local market, because there I have the security that they would not be poisonous.
In my community people are very fond of going to the forest mushroom hunting. They know all the varieties: which ones are the tasty, safe to eat, and wich ones are poisonous, forbidden. Nevertheless, every year there is one case of poisoning by mushrooms, so there is clear that it’s not so easy to discern ones from another’s.
There is a tell of a group of friends who went to pick up mushrooms and then fixed a dinner. To be sure that all was OK, they gave a little dish to the cat. When they saw that the cat was ok, they proceeded with the dinner. But when they had eaten all, the cat began to writhe, meowing pitifully. So they rushed to the hospital to have a stomach wash. They had a terrible time but at least they were safe. when the wife of the house came telling that the cat was simply giving birth to her kittens. So, all the trouble, for nothing.
Now in autumn is usual to see groups of men going to the forest with a basket and a stick and have a great time looking for the appreciated plants under the thickets close to the roots of the trees, where all is permanently wet. Our forests are beautiful and the outings are appealing.
It’s usual that between neighbours there are envy and rivalries. So, people here in Navarra doesn’t like too much that our neighbours from Guipuzcoa came in large numbers to pick up mushrooms to our forests. and people call them “mushroom-robbers”. In Guipuzcoa they don’t like that the people from Navarra went in Summer in large numbers to their beaches to take a bath and enjoy the sun. They call us beach-piss, which is a worst nickname.
No matter what people call each other, every year more guipuzcoans come to pick up mushrooms and more navarreans go to the beach.
In the images a mushroom in the forest (I don’t know if is good or bad, I didn’t dare to touch it) and a view of the forest close to Pamplona in the Imotz Valey)
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