I’m throwing an all-mushroom dinner on Nov 19th at Collar City Mushrooms in Troy. Tickets here. Slimy and squishy, they grow stealthily after rainfall in dark corners of the forest. “Stealthily,” at least in our frame of reference, because they prefer shade to sunlight and bloom freakishly fast in comparison to plants. They are darkness and decay in unknown places. They conjure images of rotting corpses half-hidden under leaves, with worms coming out of the eye sockets. The macabre is implicit in mycophobia and mycophilia, both camps seemingly preoccupied with the spookiness of the neither-plant-nor-animal that completes the death-decay-food lifecycle of beings on this planet.
Great piece!!
The skewers look nice - I wouldn't mind attending your dinner - it's just a bit too far away. Enjoy!