Storms still ripping through NorCal. The forest below the house is wet, wet, wet and that means mushrooms. This particular growth in in the base of semi-dead oak. One of those yellow things is a big as your hand. It’s big. And freaky.
And a big version.
Yes, but is it tasty?
Rands;
On one hand, my relatives in No’Cal are eyeing the Russian River with trepidation, but on the other hand, a wet mountainside is better than a mountainside with dried out tinder from a drought. I have lived through a Summer of “terra del fuego” and I you never want that, ever.
Happy 3 keys!