It's as simple as this. You hear someone talking about going mushroom hunting the next day, and you say "Pardon?', and then you shift your Sunday plans.
Every time we found something crazy, we'd consult the mushroom book.
As it turns out, a lot of mushrooms look exactly the same, and we could turn from one page to the next with an identical-looking specimen, and one would have a 3-star delicious rating while the next was deadly poison with skull and bones.
So we tried to stay on the safe side.
We'd find something beautiful, and if there was any chance of it killing us, we'd toss it aside.
There are some crazy-looking creatures to be found.
These were the all-time favorite...the tiny purple mushrooms.
After the pharmacy, we headed to one of my favorite spots in the greater Paris area, Nick's magical backyard garden. We had a barbecue here one night in the summer, enter flashback scene:
So here I was, back in the Secret Garden, prepping wild mushrooms & chestnuts by pocket knife.
Then Nick's girlfriend's mom pulled a move that will forever endear me to the French. "Does anyone want a drink? Water? Beer? Wine?" "No thanks, we're fine." "Okay, here's a tray full of various drinks, wine glasses, a plate of macarons, and a giant link of dried saucisson on a cutting board to snack at your leisure, should you so desire, while cutting mushrooms." The epitome of hospitality in the magical fairyland garden.
We also started doing some research on these crazy little purple mushrooms.
And what did we do with the fire?, you ask. I will tell you. We roasted chestnuts that were gathered from the forest floor. As if the garden wasn't magical enough. I just want to move in under the tree in the corner.
If you get a chance to go mushroom and/or chestnut hunting, and especially if there is a magic garden involved, do it, I implore you.