Mushroom foraging family

Have mushrooms started popping up their little umbrellas all over your soggy autumn garden? We’ve seen a few, but are leaving these tiny and more importantly unidentified offerings for the fairies.

On the weekend we decided to take a treasure hunt. Not for buried gold, but something more ancient and fascinating. Mushrooms! The secret underground lives of fungi are incredible, their elusive above ground form being only the tiniest hint of their immense underground network. 

The pine forest we visited in Macedon Regional Park would not even be there without a scoop full of soil from their native forest floor in the Northern Hemisphere. Even before their symbiotic partnership between trees and their particular fungi friends was understood by scientists, foresters  saw that their exotic imports languished in this foreign soil without a little something from home. A mutually beneficial nutrient exchange necessary for survival, could you get more permaculture?

As we descended into the misty pine forest we were engulfed in memories of our San Francisco adventures. Mornings where the world was just a few metres of clarity and the rest all foggy shapes and shadows. 

Ember, our baby stowaway, delighted our fellow foragers by disguising herself as a heavy backpack. It was pure joy to confirm that the adventure doesn’t end with kids, in fact it becomes even better. 

We took the flat option whilst the others scampered down the steep slope despite no evidence steepness results in a better harvest or reduced competition.  As autumn turns to winter these pine forest are descended upon by mushroom foragers and some even sell their finds at farmers’ markets! The forest is immense though so there are still mushroom to go around. Most mushroom foragers stick to the European species of mushroom because there is little documentation on Australian natives.

Dylan found our best edible mushroom closest to the car park! It’s a beautiful saffron milkcap (Lactarius deliciosus). We had always called these pine mushrooms when purchasing from the farmers’ market, but I guess there are lots of different pine mushrooms! I love these ones not only for their wonderful taste, but because they are so easy to identify. Food goes down much easier when there is no fear of poisoning! Aside from the orange colour the stalk snaps like chalk.

Next we found parasol mushrooms which look more like deathcaps than I feel comfortable. According, to our mushroom guide, Jim, deathcaps like to hang out with oaks so he has never seen one in these forests. Once Jim IDed these two shrooms the hunt was on!

The forest was gorgeously creepy in typical pine forest fashion. Pine mushrooms love to hide under the pine needles, cheeky things!

The big parasol was a bit past its prime, but all these mushrooms are edible.

Ember enjoyed herself so much she fell asleep!

Another forager’s haul. But watch our some of these aren’t edible. The red amanita is the most obvious.

Some mushrooms that others collected can make you vomit. I overhead Jim telling someone if a mushroom smells like marzipan they are good to eat, but if they smell like phenol they make you sick. They couldn’t get a clear read on that one, so best to chuck it.

Back at the Sanatorium Lake Picnic Ground, Jim, who was a chef in a past life cooked lunch with a mixture of farmed and foraged mushrooms.

Jim’s cooking tips

  • To stop the enzymatic browning cook the mushrooms as soon as possible. Jim explained the difference between enzymatic browning (like an old banana) and non-enzymatic browning (like caramelisation of onions). Reminding us how much of a science cooking is.
  • Mushrooms pretty much can’t be overcooked as long as they don’t burn because their proteins are heat stable.
  • Cook mushrooms without fats first to remove the water from the mushrooms. If fats are added at the beginning then the mushroom absorb large amounts as it replaces all its moisture with the fat.
  • It is also okay to wash mushrooms before cooking despite what people say, but cook straight after washing.
  • Add a little water to the pan so mushrooms don’t burn before they release their own juices. Jim washes down the sides of the pan with some extra water after they have cooked for a while to make sure he captures all the mushroom flavour stuck to the sides.
  • Once the cellulose has broken down in the mushrooms they are ready for the fat to be added. Only a small amount is required. Jim cooked one batch with olive oil, one with butter and one with cream. All were delicious.
  • The left over mushroom liquid can be drained off to be used later as a kind of gelatinous stock or left in for extra flavour.

After a delicious lunch of mushrooms and vegetable soup Jim checked our baskets for edibility.

Ember tasted her first mushroom and judged it to be acceptable. She tried a buttered one. Then she flicked off her sock-gloves for a spot of crawling practice.

Tour details

To book a mushroom tour of Mt Macedon contact:

Jan Claire – tour operator
0430 507019
www.cthemarket.com.au
www.facebook.com/cthemarket

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Feeding time

To celebrate Emby’s 6 month birthday, we gave her a first taste of solid food. Safe to say it was more of a treat for us than for her. Her little brow furrow deepened the more spoonfuls of  carefully chosen homegrown carrot and organic sweet potato we offered her. I haven’t seen her frown that hard since the day she first greeted her parents!

Since then we have offered her very tiny spoonfuls of banana and some nut butter with slightly more positive results. Her extrusion reflex is still pretty strong so looks like she needs more time for her swallow to mature. We’ll keep trying, but there is no rush, for now that red spoon is much more appealing to her than its contents.

Later that day we met up with Emby’s new friend Ebony and her parents at the zoo. It was hot and after a humid train ride we sought shelter in the cavernous seal enclosure. Things certainly had been upgraded since I was a child. Even the seal sculptures now lazed on a man made beach replete with sand castles and sun umbrellas.

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On baby Liam’s suggestion we headed to the butterfly house which I think was a clear highlight for bubs. Everyone seemed to have butterflies landing on them except for the one who had made special effort with a floral top. Our fluttering friends annoyingly seemed to prefer Dylan’s plain white t-shirt and Krystal’s straw hat was a veritable butterfly dance party.

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The swishing bamboo forest surrounding the else-hang exhibit was deliciously cool. The Indonesian signs and faux cafes a cute touch. No sooner had the elephants appeared, than Emby cracked it wanting a drink, who could blame her on that hot day. We joined her with yummy overpriced ice creams.

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We are still no closer to learning what sounds we should make for zebras and giraffes when we sing ‘Old MacDonald’. Munch munch is still the best filler it seems.

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We didn’t mean to stay until closing time, but I guess the zoo had us under its spell. Most of the big cats were lounging in the shadowy corners, evading the camera lens. However, some little critters still were up for a show. The landscape gardens around these exhibits were lovely. The soft foliage of the minature woolly bushes was gorgeous in the fading light which also held the yellow flowers of the ground covers in its spotlight. I think our zoo pass is going to get a workout this year.

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Tiny train adventures: Kyneton

We escape to the country and feel whole again. No screens, no work, no worries.

It was probably brought on by someone’s casual comment that planted a bitter seed in my heart. Its roots growing silently until one hot spring night I awoke to their unbearable pressure. Working mum’s guilt is no new thing, a heady cocktail of baby FOMO and that first day jitters, a schoolgirl throw back that I wish I could shake. I could almost hear the boom of that second-hand ticking down to my return to work next year.

It seems that cabin fever might be taking hold. I needed to get out. I needed to escape the city because when I do time slows, my breaths deepen and my thoughts of the future retract from years and months to minutes. It’s quieter on both sides of my ears.

A while ago, Dylan mentioned Alastair Humphrey’s Microadventures as a refreshing way to get your nature fix in the middle of the work week. Trips so cheap and easy you could take a bag to work and head out into the wilderness for 10 blissful hours. You’d return the next day revitalised, the other cogs oblivious of your micro adventure. A work shower would probably aid the subterfuge.

Inspired by this and Tiny Canal Cottage’s Tiny Adventures with a toddler we decided to take a day trip. Our additional challenge was that we had to go carless and carefree!

That’s why we took our first tiny train adventure to Kyneton, an idyllic country town less 1 hour 45 mins from the inner city on public transport.

Getting there

We took a short metro bus to Footscray station and a cosy V Line train ride on the Echuca Line. Trains might be slower, but they are far more relaxing than car trips. With baby taking turns between pram naps and bouncing on laps, the suburbs turned into paddocks. On the way home we decided as the weather was warm we’d even eschew the bus and walk along the Maribyrnong River. It was such a pleasure and worlds away from the chaos on the roads due to the Spring carnival.

What to do

We timed our visit for the Farmer’s Market which is on every second Saturday of the month. It is nestled in the grounds of one of Kyneton’s many, many beautiful old churches. The vegetarian bao were just as delicious as we remembered and we filled our backpack with some rare and random treats such as vegan halloumi, adorable little tarts and cakes. The flowers were tempting but we thought they might protest on the journey home, as would the handsome rooster.

Stores & ateliers

An atelier is a far more seductive descriptor than a shop. So for those who are not really into the art of mass consumption Rundell & Rundell’s store is a delight for craftsmen and craft fanciers alike. Handmade umbrellas lined with silk float above the walls heavy with hand forged tools. Bespoke Windsor chairs huddle in every corner with all manner of other crafted things.

Piper street is the historical retail strip and hosts other lovely stores. We had a long rifle through The Stockroom which houses an eclectic blend of art gallery and retail.

Eating

We had lunch at Grist Artisan Bakers. It is located in an old 1830s flour mill and we enjoyed vegetarian pasties and milkshakes. We ate in but the milkshakes still came in takeaway cups which was a shame after still feeling raw after watching ABC’s War on Waste. We’ll have to ask if they’ll serve them in cups next time.

Walks & gardens

Then we just wandered through the streets enjoying the trees heavy with blossoms. It was so quiet, even the country chainsaws had taken the afternoon off from their ubiquitous whining.

We eventually found the river and followed it to the Botanic Gardens. It was relaxing and the weather was perfect. There was a new adventure playground in the gardens and Little One had her first swing, her face a mask of serious concentration at the new experience. Perhaps next time she’ll crack a smile for us.

Then lazily killing time until our train ride home, laying on the river bank watching baby ducks swim by. A picnic of cakes in glorious sunshine, planning our next tiny adventure.

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