Posted by alexandra_k on May 20, 2020, at 6:33:53
In reply to Re: Progress!, posted by alexandra_k on May 20, 2020, at 6:26:19
And worms...
I remember one year we found this glade... By the banks of the Mighty Waikat River... This glade... The river had clearly flooded for a time and then the banks receeded. And down this very steep hilly slope from the path there was this glade. And there was grass - just like that. That snake-root grass that you usually see growing in sandy soil by the beach.
And through the grass there was this glade of mushies. And me must have picked maybe 500 mushies that day out of that glade. Not any bigger than my little finger with heads not much bigger than the stalks... But with the stalks standing proud amonst the grass -- rather than mostly being buried in peaty soil...
And I remember drying them on newspaper in my house..
We weren't really sure what to do with them. So we thought to dry them out and then freeze them in bags of 10 or 20 or so. I forget. We used to boil them into water and use the water to make tea. It tasted awful. Cheap tea and lots of sugar. Tasted awful. Didn't taste mushroomy... I don't think adding them to creame of mushroom soup would have helped them to go down at all...
But maybe it would have. Maybe I was caught in a fitness trap of ritual / habit.
Seems likely...
The same crew used to bleed poppies when they were wet... I didn't know about drying the heads...
Opportunistic rather than organised.
Or maybe that's the simple (peripheral) level that i was exposed to. Basically decent guys. Recreating. Around the periphery. Away from the organised element / aspet to the situation. Maybe likely. I did get a sense that there was a more serious element going on some of the time. I didn't see mjuch of it. So maybe that was that.
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