Today was a gorgeous day. In the low 50's, sunny, with a good breeze, and most of the leaves in the front of the house are off the trees. We went out to do some trimming and raking and the 10-year-old found mushrooms in the yard. So I was called, and my book was fetched, and I got to work.
Tawny-brown caps? Check.
Bell shaped caps? Check.
Gills that start white and change to black as they age? Check.
Growing in a tuft? Check.
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After a spore print, examination with the loupe, and a little more on-line research, I decided I was correct in my identification. That led to the next step:
Tasty, and as of an hour later, no ill effects. Tomorrow I shall harvest more and use them for dinner!
Well, not for dinner. For breakfast!
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