Puffballs
Puffballs, most people are
reasonably familiar with them and they have had a lot of bad press. Apparently
they were not well received by the First Nations Peoples as well. In fact when
I was young I hear stories that the mature puffballs releasing their spore
could cause blindness.
Fortunately I was invited to try
some puffball steaks sautéed in butter. Once eaten I was hooked on this delicious morsel. In face it is
in second place as my all time favorite mushroom. Most are relatively small and
must be picked while they are still immature, white though out the solid flesh.
Usually the size is between the size of a golf ball and a tennis ball. Once
however I spotted one that was nearly dinner plate size in diameter.
My mouth was drooling over the
thought of rushing home with it and quickly putting it in the frying pan.
Unfortunately the inner core had already begun to mature and was slightly yellow
in the centre. With heavy heart I set it back down.
Puffball season is right from the
early spring and into the fall. I highly recommend anyone interested in
gathering wild mushrooms to get a good mushroom guide book. One afternoon while
out with the family and mother-in-law from New Zealand we collected just under
90 different mushrooms. The task of identifying them before they went off was
just too great, but it did really spark my interest.
The picture above was taken just
behind our yard, the puffball a little larger than a golf ball. I should have
picked it the evening before, but I was hoping to make a nice mushroom omelet.