What can I say, they just spoke to me. Called out to me from their farmers market table…”Annie…take me home! You know you want to!” So what could I do?
I beelined to the table and the very Italian-sounding man standing behind it. There they were – the mushrooms. Boxes of hen-of-the-woods (maitake), and right next to them, the ones that drew me in…the ones I’d never seen before. They looked a bit like lobster mushrooms, so named for their appearance (similar to lobster meat), but flatter and with a lighter color.
Me: “What are these kind?”
Italian farmer man: “These are the chicken mushrooms! They’re just like chicken!”