One of the best parts of having a steak is the mushrooms and onions that go with it. But mushrooms didn't come in cans back in the time of Wil Morgan. You had to go out and find your own.
Picking mushrooms wasn't for the faint of heart. It was pretty easy to bring home a pan full of poison. The difference between mushrooms with a great flavor and ones that could kill you is very small. Some folks said that if you cooked bad mushrooms, they would make a silver spoon turn black. Not so!
An area that produced good mushrooms could be depended upon to produce year after year. These locations were a closely guarded secret.
So in the spring, the appearance of mushrooms was a time to celebrate with a steak, with fried mushrooms and onions. How could life get any better?
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