Some of you may know that I am an avid cook and mushrooms have been one of my favorite ingredients over the last two decades - not sure what started it - for their flavor and for their ability to 'meat-up' a dish.
I am aware that they are essentially fungi but their appearance is less icky than their cousins' which sneak into your sealed tupperware to camp for weeks just to surprise you with their colors, patterns and odor whenever you open the box later on.
Today I believe I detected the first signs of hostility from the mushrooms I cooked. Sure, most of the time I use the fresh product and they seem (still) to be pretty harmless, but the dried variety is of a much darker breed.
Maybe they detest the way they are treated which I can relate to as having the water evaporated from my body would not make me the most happy person alive either.
Maybe it is the small packs they are sold in, avoiding them to make much new friends. They are after all a very social fungus, I never saw a mushroom all by itself in a forest ... unless it is a trick to attract innocent animals. Mushrooms hunt in packs you know.
Obviously the above treatment would annoy any mushroom but for preparation I put them into a small bowl and poured boiling water over them. Now THAT would piss me off too.
I believe they waited patiently for their revenge as later on, they ever so slightly nudged my left ring finger under the blade of my knife when I was chopping them. I got away with only minor injury but the next batches of mushrooms I will prepare will be subject to my anger and vengeance.
I will not tolerate any mutiny in my kitchen!
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