Saint Nicholas and honey mushrooms
Tomorrow is Saint Nicholas day. Put your shoes outside your door and perhaps (if
you've been good) Saint Nicholas will leave a small gift or a goodie or two for
you. Yes, Saint Nicholas is a real saint but so many legends surround him that it
is difficult to separate fact from fiction. There are a lot of web sites with information
I found this
one interesting.
Locally there is a connection to Saint Nicholas. It happened 84 years ago in a small
mining town in western Pennsylvania called Jacob's Creek. The miners of the Darr
Mine were requested to work on the Feast of Nicholas. Two hundred of the miners
chose not to work but attend the Divine Liturgy celebrating the Feast of Nicholas
at their local church.
An explosion occurred at the mine during the Divine Liturgy killing over two hundred
men. The lives of the miners were saved by their devotion to Nicholas. There is
a historical marker on route 981 as you head to Smithton.
I had a very interesting experience with honey mushrooms and learned a powerful
lesson about mushroom safety when we picked honey mushrooms on Saint Nicholas day.
I was hoping that the weather would stay warm and the mushroom would again make
their appearance this week.
Here's my mushroom story again, in case you missed the first telling.
Before I joined the mushroom club I tried to find "experts" who would
help me get back into mushroom hunting (safely). I figured that the old-timers at
church would be experts and I went out with one fellow and we found some mushrooms.
I decided to discard them after he told me that he "thought" that they
were good. We also discussed the silver dollar theory of preventing mushroom poisoning.
Never a good idea.
Then by some miracle on Saint Nicholas day (December 6th) the church yard was filled
with mushrooms. After church we eagerly gathered them up, but we were only about
80% sure of the edibility and safety of the mushrooms. My wife suggested that we
call the Penn State extension service and eventually we contacted a lady who identified
the mushrooms over the phone. They were indeed honey mushrooms. Well we hoped they
were. I was uneasy with the over the phone identifications.
The next day we had the mushrooms for breakfast and they were fairly tasty. We both
headed of to work. My wife to Greensburg and me to Weirton. About ten in the morning
I began to feel a bit queasy. And it got worse and worse. I called my wife. "Are
you sick from the mushrooms?" "No I'm fine you're just a worrier and it's
all in your head." No this was pretty real. I was sick to my stomach and sweating.
I kept getting worse so I bailed and went home. Mushroom poisoning? No stomach virus.
Have a happy Saint Nicholas day.
by Joe
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