Since childhood, I got used to the fact that there are always marinated and frozen mushrooms in the house. My father loved to collect them. Especially honeysuckle: he brought them in the cart of his motorcycle, and this cart was often almost full! My mother and I cleaned them for half a day.
During my student years, pickled honeysuckle was the most desirable food I could bring to my friends from home. But we started collecting any mushrooms on our own only last year. Our friends, fishermen, helped us in this. Usually fishermen are often mushroom pickers.
Last year, mushrooms delighted us until the end of autumn. Buttercups are the first thing we were taught. There are many of them near the house, we live well between the forest and meadows. Even if you walk your dog every day, you can get a good bowl of buttermilk every time.
But more serious mushrooms - in the distance, in old forests, some of which are fenced off under the reserve 'Forest'. That's where I like to be most. And white mushrooms are seldom found, and Polish ones are just beauty and delicacy!
It is never too late to do what is interesting and useful to do.
