It's hard to come up with material for this blog during the months that mushrooms are not readily available. But there are tales of mushroom adventures past.
Sunday, while the bitter wind was rattling the doors and windows, I was preparing dinner for the family. Breaded pork chops, mixed vegetables and my latest chicken mushroom creation.
As with a lot of my recipes this one is pretty much off the cuff with what materials are at hand. Here's what I did: I took a package of chicken mushrooms from the freezer and added to that an almost equal amount of cubed potatoes. Then I added a
half of a can of chicken broth, seasoned salt, and pepper and home made paprika. I let that simmer for awhile until the broth cooked down then I added the other half of the can of chicken broth and let it simmer for a bit. Finally I added a bit of
dehydrated sheepshead mushroom flour to thicken the mixture. The mushrooms were tender, the flavors well blended and taste was pretty good.
Now there is a good story on how we obtained this particular batch of chicken mushrooms. We had gone up to Butler to take my son to an event. To pass the time we took a ride out towards the monastery near Butler to visit a former pastor for our
church. While we were driving I spotted a huge cluster of chicken mushrooms on a tree. I yelled to my wife to "stop the car!" The car screeches to a halt, she slams it into reverse and I hop out the car to get to the mushrooms. Just as I'm about to
scale the guardrail I stop cold the mushroom is surrounded by poison ivy. My wife yells to me "What's the matter?" "Poison ivy. It's everywhere. Just forget it." "No, no it's way too nice to just leave there. Pick it! "But there's poison ivy
everywhere." "Just pick it." Sigh… Over the rail I go carefully treading my way to the tree and gingerly removing the bulk of the mushroom and placing it in a box in the back of the station wagon.
Even though I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt I didn't get any poison ivy and I am allergic to it. Go figure.
by Joe
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