When fall season begins, mushrooms pop-up everywhere sticking and crying out to be picked.  Lucky for those mushroom pickers when they find a secret place in the woods for they will surely come home with their baskets full.  Hubby does not fancy mushroom, he thinks it’s kind of bleh!  But I like the button mushrooms fried with other vegies.  Besides, it’s the only mushroom I can identify whenever I stumble one.  I wouldn’t dare pick strange looking mushrooms cos I know some of them are poisonous.

My mother hadn’t served mushroom dishes on our dining table. I don’t know, but she mustn’t like it, or mushrooms are not prevalent in Davao. But I do remember we had a neighbor who used to cultivate mushrooms for a living. But having mushrooms for dinner wasn’t at all pleasing. When I was little, I thought mushrooms were dog pee, that wherever dogs peed there it grew. Silly thought…