Oyster Mushrooms

Last weekend, Warren and the boys hiked the Overton Park trails while I waited in the car with my broken leg. When they came out, Warren handed me something wrapped up in a bandana. "Oh no, more mushrooms?" I said.


He laughed and said, "These are oyster mushrooms. They'll taste a lot better than the bearded hedgehog."

Oh goodie.

Warren fried them up with some pork tonkatsu and even though they looked real pretty, I didn't try any. Atleast not until he cut them up real small and hid them in fried rice the next day.