Isn't it funny how one conversation on a certain subject somehow starts the ball rolling and all of a sudden wherever you look, whoever you talk to and whatever you read is about that particular topic? This past week it has been mushrooms.
Starting with an item on the Agni Travel message boards about mushrooms in Corfu - which are edible and which are most definitely not, where to find them, whether to eat them if you are not sure what sort they are (fairly obvious, I would have thought), we then had a client who found mushrooms in the bushes near the villa she was viewing and picked them excitedly telling us that they were perfect for making soup. The caretaker of the villa strongly disagreed, however, and insisted that she throw them away and wash her hands as they were very very poisonous! Who to believe?
It is true that mushroom stories abound, from my friend who knows exactly where to find chanterelles but won't tell me in case I get there before her, to the one about the Spartilas family who picked mushrooms from the same spot every year until the time when they all ended up in hospital.
Greeks tend to err on the side of caution, or is it just that they love telling horror tales? English ex-pats love the idea of foraging for food, and insist that if you know your facts you can't go wrong. I love mushrooms, and love the idea of eating for free from the surrounding countryside, but when it comes to being certain about a particular mushroom, well, I'm just not, so I will continue buying mine safely from the supermarket.
We were once given a large basket-full by the nun who lived in the monastery below our house - try these, she urged, they are delicious. Thanking her profusely we took them home, looked at each other and threw them in the bin! Two days later she asked us "Didn't you eat the mushrooms, then?" and we made suitably embarrassed noises that could have passed for either a yes or a no. Later on we both had the same thought at the same moment. "How did she know we hadn't eaten them?" "Are the children/dogs/cats so annoying that she wanted rid of us and is wondering why we are still alive?" We did accept the homemade wine, however, even though it had olive oil poured into the neck of the bottle supposedly to preserve it!
Susan