Mushrooms are rank. The disgust these objects raise in me renders mushrooms as among the most objectionable collections of matter that could possibly be conceived of. During my more philosophical moments, I sometimes ponder upon the possibility that mushrooms pretty much rule out the existence of a omni-benevolant deity - no such God would produce things so foul and yet so common.
If there was a mushroom apocalypse I for one would not shed a tear. I might even raise the odd glass in celebration.
For me there is only one course of action: war on mushrooms, war on the causes of mushrooms.
MMMMMMMM MUSHROOMS!! I used to hate the smell…the look of those horrible fungi. But one fateful day, I ate one. Now mushrooms are my friend. So squishy, tasty, and loveable. Let us dance with them! Rejoice!!
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Behold, the mushroom of the Gods. Well, tripping Gods anyway. **
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Ah, now these are more like it. Mushrooms with a purpose. Battling with the common mushroom to provide some practical (if slightly dizzying) useage to the wider world.
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What is so bad about mushrooms? Their flavor is very subtle, the texture just a bit al dente…so what’s the gripe? [B/]
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Uuch, how can you like mushrooms? Disgusting fungal thingys. Horrible taste, disgustingly wretchworthy texture (‘al dente’ my arse), objectionable shape, and they signify the onset of colder times.
OK, I can sorta see disliking the flavor of a nice Portabello or shitake (although people who feel that way are heathens) but what about those little white button ones? How can you possibly hate something so bland?
I despise those little white button ones. Porabello, shitake, morels, truffles, I love 'em. Bring 'em on. But there’s something about the ubiquity and slimyness of the little white ones. Blech. They’re everywhere, like slugs they appear on my plate. I hate them worse than Chinchillas.
Hail Fiendish Astronaut, my brother in mushroom hatred.
The flavor is of mold, the texture is abominable. Slimy and just a touch springy. Blech. I can sometime stomach some portabella, sometimes. But that’s as far as it goes.
While walking through the forest one afternoon with his Russian-born wife, Valentina, R. Gordon Wasson, a vice-president of J. P. Morgan & Company, was horrified to see her pick some mushrooms to cook for dinner. He was convinced that all mushrooms were poisonous. Their extremely different reactions to the mushroom provoked them to study various society’s attitude towards the fungus. What he ending up proposing in his groundbreaking book Mushrooms, Russia and History was that societies could be broken up into two groups: Myco-Philic cultures that loved mushrooms, such as Eastern Europe- the Slavic countries, and Myco-phobic cultures that regarded the mushroom as “poison”, such as England.
Later in his career he tried to explain that division by proposing that perhaps myco-philic cultures had been influenced in the distant past by shamanistic/religous use of psychoactive mushrooms. But, except for Central America, he never provided much hard evidence of this assertion.
Thank you! I was just about to say something very much like that (well, except for the chinchilla part). Mmm…morels. Or how about oyster mushrooms, sauteed in butter? Chanterelles? Porcini? But those button mushrooms are just boring and useless.
FairyChatMom, you don’t eat them…:shudder:…raw, do you? Ick ick ick ew ew EW EW EW!!!
I like mushrooms but they give me the nastiest gagworthy farts ever. I can’t even stand them after I eat them. I swear they could eat through my bed and if anything ever sparked near me after I ate mushrooms I would go off like a roman candle.
As a matter of fact, I most certainly do! Fresh ones, anyway. I cook 'em when they get a bit slimy - I’ve got a great mushroom-in-sour-cream recipe… <drool>
I swear they could eat through my bed and if anything ever sparked near me after I ate mushrooms I would go off like a roman candle.