Late September is the end of mushroom season in Scotland, so when setting out on my usual route this Sunday I wasn't expecting much to put into my basket. On a day like that it hardly matters though: the walk would have been rewarding even without any finds. Sunshine, gentle wind, the smell of heated pine needles, a few mosquitoes... OK, mosquitoes were not a welcome thing, but that's what insect repellent is for, right?
For the first couple of hours, I was only finding false chanterelles, lots of them. Very fine specimens, though:
 |
If only it were real! Note the crowded forked gills that distinguish this fungus from the true chanterelle. |
I could have picked hundreds of them, but alas - they are quite inedible, although not bad-looking, I must admit.
Then, finally something to put into my basket. Nearly stepped on it!
 |
Small, but firm and maggot-free |
An hour later, a nice find on a mossy forest path. I'm not greatly excited by brown birch boletes, but so late in the mushroom year, attitudes change.
 |
No time to be fussy! Get into the basket, my friend. |
On the final stretch, the path took me through an ancient beech wood, where the leaf litter layer was so thick that it was like walking on a mattress. And there I found them! Several hundreds of fresh, shiny, purple amethyst deceivers,
Laccaria amethystina. Also, a few true chanterelles mixed up with them as a bonus, and a small cep, too!
 |
Gem of the woods: extraordinary colour (and yes, it is edible) |
I'll write more about these beautiful fungi later this week. They made my day!
 |
The complete crop: top left - brown birch boletus; top - two slippery jacks; right - a couple of hundred of amethyst deceivers; centre - saffron milk cap (sadly, all maggoty despite to good looks); bottom - golden chanterelles; bottom left - two ceps. An excellent haul, considering the timing. Cooking report coming up! |
No comments:
Post a Comment