Brothers and Sisters of the Fungi Fascination! So many of you have reached out about the Agaricus mushrooms I have been gathering this week around Guelph -- around the two rivers, truth be told -- asking for teachings about how to, when to, where to? I have had a few lovely, lovely in person walk-talk-teach sessions with folks who appeared on my porch, like mushrooms after rain! to forage with me. I have been blessed to be the recipient of so many different profoundly respectful and super smart ecologically sound teachings about foraging and the land -- Robin Wall Kimmerer, E.Z.E., Leanne Betasamosake Simpson, my dad, my grandma Jean, my friends in Catalonia with their special baskets that allow the spores to fall back to the Earth... and all this informs how I want to do this labour, and model it as an alternative to some of the truly awful macho "how to's that I've seen on the Interweb": an attitude that seems to conceive of the forest and fields as a sort of grassy outdoor Retail Centre; a Grab-as-much-as-you-can; Grab her by the Pussy view of our common Mother, mother Earth. Oh lordy! Let's try another way. Let's start with tasting the edibles we are heading out to hunt. If you don't like it, then don't hunt it.