Today Mia and I went for a walk at a local park and we found some mushrooms that were as big as a small dinner plate in their circumference. The sad thing was, these edible delights were kicked over by someone who had come across them before we had. Possibly some children who did not know any better. Possibly some adults who thought they were toad stools and not the edible type of what we used to refer to them as "Mushie's" They had squashed some and the others were broken.
It reminded me of times when I would go mushroom-ing with my Dad as a kid. This time of the year we would put on our gumboots, grab a pocket knife, grab a bucket and head out into the paddocks near our house. The best paddocks were the ones with cattle in them of course.
We would fill the buckets with massive mushrooms. We would come home and Mum would wash them and she would cut them up and cook them in butter and serve them to us with warm buttered toast. Or, she would stuff them with a breadcrumb mix and we would eat them that way. Yummo.