My dear husband does not like mushrooms, it’s a textural thing. It amazed me that he was hell bent on growing shiitake mushrooms. He nurtures those babies like no other plants in the garden.
He waters them religiously every night when his friend Wayne drops by for a visit. In reality its just an excuse to go smoke cigars in the woods.
He wages war on the slugs especially the one which reared up on it’s hind end just before DH flicked it into the woods.
Being the only one in the house who enjoys mushrooms, sauteed, fricasseed, baked, broiled, etc. I am hard pressed to keep up with the harvest. If we did not find a way to enjoy the bounties of his labour, I would soon become like those dreaded zucchini gardeners. Ringing door bells and leaving baskets of mushrooms for unsuspecting and unappreciative neighbours.
Many a hour has been
wasted spent on the internet researching better ways to grow the little fungi. Recently while researching Printerest he found a recipe for a shiitake omelet. ” “Umm, this sounds good. Could you make it for breakfast?” “Sure,” I muttered, thinking, this should be interesting.
I enjoyed the omelet, but dear husband could not get pass the first bite.
Another round of Printerest and DH found the solution.
Dehydrated mushrooms. A few years back I purchased a Ronco dehydrator at Frenchy’s for $5.00. Carl has mastered the art of dehydrating. The mushrooms are incredible tasting, and crunchy, like a healthy potato chip. We nibble them by the handful, add them to spaghetti sauce and salads. We have so many mushrooms I may now become one of those annoying neighbours who knocks on doors asking to borrow a dehydrator.