Thursday, September 12, 2013

mushroom roulette

Many years ago, and I do mean many, when we had first moved to our Wisconsin farm, we were the hippies  on the block with two different last names painted (in public!) on our mailbox. This always amuses me to remember what scandalous ideas we brought to town.  And in those days, we heard about some other "hippies" who had been hunting mushrooms, and the man, after he'd eaten some, began to sweat blood from his forehead!  This may have been myth, but if it was true, they must have survived to tell the tale. There were no obits in the paper.

Though I have always loved to hunt mushrooms, and love to eat them, I always remember this cautionary tale. I only eat the tried and true ones.  My mushroom book describes quite a few specimens as "death's angel" variety, but many others, more promisingly edible, or, choice and edible.  Are there two more succulent sounding words together,  "choice, edible"?  Joanne says her grandmother loved to cook mushrooms for the family, and relied on the silver dime method.  Toss a silver dime into the pan, and if it turns black, don't eat the mushrooms. Interesting, but I wouldn't bet on it, not when there are death's angels out there.


Tape weaving on the leftover long section of warp left on my back beam at the end of a warp, and there is always at least one section inexplicably longer than all the others, is my new weaving obsession.

I've been viewing a photo archive of N. Swedish Sami people, and become fascinated by the
amount and variety of tapes that they wove, to tie bundles, and clothing, and make belts, and to hang implements and mysterious bundles, from the poles of their woven blanket covered tent houses.

 I love the idea of weaving thick, stiff, not overly ornamented,  rustic tapes, and the wide beater of my old barn loom, or the Cranbrook, are up to that.  Though it is a little amusing to see the half inch tape beat in with the 60 inch beater.


Debbie said...

Love the tapes you are making and your beautiful subtle colours.

Meg said...

Lovely photo of the mushroom, but I'm glad you're not going for the silver coin method, Susan.

Susan said...

Debbie, thank you.

Meg, I hope no one uses the silver dime to tell if the mushroom is safe, though Joanne claims her grandmother never lost a camper

Anonymous said...

When I lived in Montana, the locals knew the safe varieties, especially boletes and morels. One of them only grew along a forest or logging roads, its growth stimulated by passing trucks. Now, almost 30 years later I'm afraid all that I remember is to never eat anything with a collar.

Re your tapes. Also in Montana, I had a Swedish weaving friend who wove bands of about 20cm wide, apparently a popular trim in Sweden. Yours are lovely.

--Sue in MA