What a great way to end our lakeside getaway. A giant puffball mushroom, just like my grandma used to fry up in butter, found in the driveway. No, we decided, we couldn’t eat that.
1) My Aunt Nancy, a nurse and steady voice of reason and extreme caution, told a story of an experienced mycologist poisoning dinner guests and the resulting multiple liver transplants.
2) That puffball looked too big to be tasty. Aren’t they supposed to be small? And the big ones are just dusty inside? And are we sure it’s a puffball? Might it be something else?
3) That’s a few too many questions to dig into something we found growing in the driveway….
So we’re headed back to San Francisco, where the only thing we find in our driveway is used condoms.
The Dinner Files :: Lazy, lazy food writer! | 10-Jul-08 at 9:20 am | Permalink
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