I ate this yesterday. In an omelet with scallions and butter and Dungeness crab, and not much else.
Oh, it was divine.
Oyster mushrooms. So cute.
(Any comments about that little penis thing down there?)
Sunday, January 03, 2010
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Actually they remind me of Gecko toepads. They look like what we call enoki mushrooms. Did yours come in bundles?
Mouse: Ha ha! Gecko toepads. Perfect.
These did come in clumps, but they are much larger than enoki. The largest caps are about the size of my dainty big toe. (Take that, geckos.)
That may be so but can you use your toepads to climb the walls??? Hmmm? I didn't think so.
Acually I've always wanted gecko topad stuff on my shoulders, so my bra straps never slip again!
What Morgan said, only I didn't think of that until she said it. :-)
Nice Shrooms! They look like they are floating in the air.Not going to go for the penis jokes ;)
I used a pile of those (and king trumpets) in a bucatini recipe the other night. I wonder why they seem to have replaced the larger (and flimsier) oyster mushrooms lately? I really like them. Nice idea with crab, too!
Mouse: Double-sided tape. Or false eyelash glue. :)
Zoomie: Morgan is fanciful.
Greg: You are a gentleman. (The mushrooms were on a glass-topped table, so you do get that floaty effect.)
Limoncello: Yeah, I had remembered oyster mushrooms as being more fluttery and often broken. These are good, though. Probably easier to grow (and to sell, since they don't break). Where you been?
Erm...I never would've noticed that if you hadn't pointed it out...
You're probably right about the oyster mushrooms, CC. Are these called "tree" oyster mushrooms? I'll ask about them next time I'm at Far West Fungi.
I've been around. Just uncommonly quiet. Had my mouth full of crab and pasta the past few weeks.
Happy new year to you and the gang.
When we were little, and we used to go out for Chinese food on the occasional Sunday afternoon, my mother would always make it a point to spear the little mushrooms with her fork, hold them out to my toddler brother, and say "did you lose something, Erik?" He'd grab his crotch worriedly.
This maybe explains his slight misogyny.
Sweet Bird: Well, I'm an eight-year-old dirty-minded poopy head. xx
Limoncello: Can't tell you the exact name, because Cranky is the shopper. He goes to that market while I'm lolling with the puppy and the newspaper.
Happy New Year to you too. xx
but I'm "llergic" to most glues see - they make me all red and itchy. Besides, toepads would my far more fun.
Penis jokes are childish. Frankly, I'm surprised at you.
Peter: Dude! I'm 8! Gimme some slack.
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