tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7637370.post4570544785485714147..comments2024-02-27T16:31:38.885+11:00Comments on Touched By The Son: Mushrooms for the MemoriesBerko Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03071651884274086458noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7637370.post-52844646059078597342010-03-31T08:55:42.037+11:002010-03-31T08:55:42.037+11:00Thanks for your comment, Steiny. You're right....Thanks for your comment, Steiny. You're right. Probably the mycologists get too cocky. I read a book on mushrooms as I was interested in identifying psilocybin, but it was too complicated for me, with so many fungi looking similar (of course, being colour blind doesn't help!)<br /><br />I've gobbled a couple of what appeared to be magic mushrooms with no ill effect but glad I didn't tackle that giant one with the brown cap and white gills. Have a feeling I wouldn't have survived.<br /><br />And the only time I've eaten slippery jacks is when my housemate chef picked some for dinner. But plain old mushrooms: white caps, pink gills. No chance of confusing them.Berko Willshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03071651884274086458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7637370.post-60747093532909898012010-03-26T09:06:54.213+11:002010-03-26T09:06:54.213+11:00My best friend, who is an attorney, never tires of...My best friend, who is an attorney, never tires of reminding me how many mycologists with more than 30 years experience die each year as the result of misidentification....the window frame of my house is rotting and I'm pretty sure it's psilocybin growing there (pinches blue)Steinyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17573896325914923755noreply@blogger.com