Chanterelle mushrooms, for the last two days I have been harvesting them. The current haul is part of a second fungal bloom going on in here on the north Oregon coast. There was an earlier flowering in September that I totally missed out on, and then the exceptionally warm dry weather that persisted in October reduced mushroom abundance. Here is quintessential chanterelle habitat: youngish regenerated conifer stands with unvegetated understory, on a slope. I don't know if there is an ideal aspect. I took some on our place, at the far end of my golf course, and at a neighbor's. Last night I sauteed them up and threw them on a burger with habanero jack cheese. There were leftovers so I gobbled the balance on baguette slices. At four in the morning I woke up with a bellyache that got my attention. I only eat wild mushrooms that I have learned from someone whose knowledge I trust and that I am certain of. But the thought did cross my mind that I had made an error and swallowed something unpalatable or worse. My gut pain, however, lasted for only one or two contractions of the viscera, and I fell back asleep.
I have heard conflicting reports on the nutritional value of mushrooms. Some say devoid of nutritive value, others say choked full of vitamins and other healthful compounds. A plantsman I know told me have a carcinogenic effect, so better to avoid in mass quantities. What do you think? If you have any info, get at me.

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