As Thoreau might say, I went to the woods in search of leaves for chicken-coop bedding and came home with a bright orange fungus as a bonus.
Okay, so Thoreau's quote
doesn't go quite like that. But what can be better than stumbling across
a choice edible within my usual stomping grounds?
Actually,
I always get a little nervous when I bring home a wild mushroom species
I've never prepared before. Granted, chicken of the woods is relatively
easy to identify due to its bright yellow, gill-less (pored) underside,
so it's considered one of the hard-to-kill-yourself-with fungi. On the
other hand, even properly identified chicken of the woods can make some
people sick, especially if harvested from eucalyptus or conifers.
Luckily, our mushroom was sprouting out of the base of a dead red oak
and was quite young, making it less likely to irritate allergies.
I sauted up the flesh in
oil with a clove of just-harvested garlic and some salt and pepper. Then
I teased our palates with just one piece of mushroom on each plate for
lunch in case we turned out to be allergic.
There were no negative reactions. Instead, we both found the taste to be
extraordinary, like a more richly flavored piece of chicken. I think
chicken of the woods just moved to the top of my favorite-mushrooms
list!