Growing a mushroom block didn’t feel like growing anything else. It was more like we cut them an escape route. I sunk my knife deep through the plastic into the soft belly of the substrate and it was like I breached the barrier between their world and ours. For a couple days, nothing happened. Then the X I’d marked began to turn black and soon a heavy mound was pressing against the plastic. Soon the blue oysters emerged and every morning their arms reached out further into the room. It began to feel like there was another person who lived with us, a quiet and strange guest who always sat at the kitchen table. (We never gave our block a name; I’m sure mushrooms have names in some mushroom-language that we are not on the level to comprehend.) It was a little frightening how fast it grew. Mushrooms have that tendency to discomfort. I love it.
This one’s about mushrooms
This one’s about mushrooms
This one’s about mushrooms
Growing a mushroom block didn’t feel like growing anything else. It was more like we cut them an escape route. I sunk my knife deep through the plastic into the soft belly of the substrate and it was like I breached the barrier between their world and ours. For a couple days, nothing happened. Then the X I’d marked began to turn black and soon a heavy mound was pressing against the plastic. Soon the blue oysters emerged and every morning their arms reached out further into the room. It began to feel like there was another person who lived with us, a quiet and strange guest who always sat at the kitchen table. (We never gave our block a name; I’m sure mushrooms have names in some mushroom-language that we are not on the level to comprehend.) It was a little frightening how fast it grew. Mushrooms have that tendency to discomfort. I love it.