An hour and a half in the woods around little nearby lakelet KniptrÃ¤sk garnered us a fine harvest of mushrooms. The last time I blogged about a shroom-picking expedition we had ten kinds. Today we had eleven, most of them hedgehogs and boletes:
- Terracotta hedgehog, RÃ¶dgul taggsvamp, Hydnum rufescens
- Birch bolete, BjÃ¶rksopp, Leccinum scabrum
- King bolete, Stensopp/Karl Johan, Boletus edulis
- Velvet bolete, Sandsopp, Suillus variegatus
- Slippery Jack, SmÃ¶rsopp, Suillus luteus
- Gypsy mushroom, Rynkad tofsskivling, Rozites caperata
- Common puffball, VÃ¥rtig rÃ¶ksvamp, Lycoperdon perlatum
- Black trumpet, Svart trumpetsvamp, Craterellus cornucopioides
- Shrimp russula, Sillkremla, Russula xerampelina
- Red russula, Tegelkremla, Russula decolorans
- Slimy spike, Citronslemskivling, Gomphidius glutinosus
A funny thing about mushrooms is that they didn’t really have names in Swedish before the dawn of mycology in the 19th century. The serious-minded and practical farmers of the past didn’t eat mushrooms and so had no reason to name individual species. With their almost negligible nutritional value, mushrooms are for pleasure only.
Author and comedian Jonas Gardell once said (and I paraphrase), “Nobody in my family has ever been gay or depressed or a poet or a junkie, because they have always been too busy picking mushrooms”.