I did another quick mushrooming drive-by with Babci last night. If you read this week’s article, you probably laughed that she was willing to have me risk life and limb to jump over an electric fence to grab a few mushrooms. I wouldn’t and she’s still bitter about it. As we were driving through a neighborhood, she chastised me under her breath again that “Oh yeah, you’re afraid of people..I guess we shouldn’t look here.”
Just then we drove by a cemetery. I offer to pull over. Me: “Here’s a nice spot for mushrooms. Want to pick them out of this cemetery?” She shudders. Her: “No, I won’t pick them.” Me: “Not even if there was the biggest patch ever?” Her: “No way, I’m too squeamish to eat those. I have my standards.” She stopped bugging me after that.