I’m up for a challenge (mostly) and Ms Graveyard Dirt’s challenges to go hunting for Boletes and then preparing them were too good to miss. So off I went. I hunted through the woods nearest to home. I hunted in the woods by the canal. I even hunted through the old Victorian park. Nothing. Nada. Zip. I kept looking, and then at the equinox I went down to leave my usual offering for the Old Man at the crossroads in the woods and wahay! Boletes! Of course, no camera on me (idiot that I am, forgot about the camera on my phone) but I donned gloves and carefully eased the huge fuck-off bolete out of the ground, only to find that it had bright red spongey underside and the bruises where I had touched it were turning blue - the bugger was poisonous. Bah. I could damn well hear the Old Man laughing his fucking socks off.
Eventually, fungi sprouted in the garden
- still inedible as far as I could work out - and then I finally found some at the Old Man’s offering grave.
So there we go - I’d give me an A for fucking effort, but a U for results.