My first memories of mushrooms are foraging with my maternal grandmother for puffball (Calvatia gigantean) mushrooms which she would slice and fry in butter for a yummy lunch treat. The other was finding toadstools on the edge of our property that I could place my pet toad under for some mid-day shade or shelter from a sudden cloud burst we had been caught in.

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