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The past few days have been strangely warm. I mean “warm” by Ohio winter standards, as “warm” in Texas requires the threat of heat stroke. “Warm” in an Ohio winter means the weather is above freezing–like a balmy 40˚F.
I think we have been adjusting to the cold, because when it “warmed” up to the low 40s, it felt nice enough to go for a hike. (You have no idea how strange it feels to me to say that 40˚F is warm enough for hiking!) We didn’t go far, but we explored the nature trail and a local pond and canal.
The pond had iced over on the surface. This was something I knew happened in colder climates, but I’d never seen something like it before. It was strange, like the pond was dead. I knew it wasn’t, but it sure looked lifeless. No ripples, no fish jumping out of the water, no fowl landing on its surface. We stood at the bank and stared at the dead pond. I picked up some rocks and plunked one against the ice, to demonstrate to the girls what had happened to the water because it’s been cold. This phenomenon was particularly fascinating to the girls, so we took the rest of the rocks and skipped them against the ice. It became a game: who can make a rock skid the furthest down the ice. It was almost like bowling with hockey pucks.
We also wandered along the Miami-Erie trail, which runs along (surprisingly) the Miami-Erie Canal. Because the water flows more swiftly there, it had not frozen over. Past one of the locks, under a bridge, was a rocky area where the water moved more like rapids. We sat on a blanket near the bank and listened to the water rushing. It was therapeutic. Everything around us felt dead, but at least the water was still alive.
With my handy mushrooming guide in hand (National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Mushrooms), I kept my eyes peeled for the few things that might be alive this time of year. I saw quite a few mushrooms that must have grown in November or December but had been killed by the snow and frost. They were shriveled and black and mealy, and some tiny insects and grubs were making a meal of them. They made me reflect on the irony that saprophytic lifeforms like mushrooms (“saprophytic” means “feeds on dead or decaying matter”) also die and become food for something else.
I also spotted some turkey tail mushrooms (their scientific name is Trametes versicolor), a shelf polyphore that is pretty common in North America. They are actually quite fascinating to observe. When I was a child, I’d imagine that little animals or something fantastic as fairies lived off colonies of these mushrooms, sort of like a small city on a tree trunk. Supposedly you can make a medicinal tincture out of them, but I haven’t found any literature (at least, from any legitimate source) that was particularly clear about what these mushrooms are used to treat, except that they treat something. Maybe they are the cure for hypochondria? (Well, apparently scientists are examining it as a possible treatment for cancer, but that doesn’t explain why a Google search for turkey tail results in all kinds of “Buy this cure-all mushroom pill!” articles.)
I also made note of some possibly poisonous mushrooms that seemed to have popped up and then started dying from the cold. These are mushrooms in the Galerina genus. I say possibly, because there are edible (and hallucinogenic) mushrooms that very closely resemble Galerina mushrooms, but only expert mycologists with some impressive laboratory equipment can discern the difference between them. Even expert mushroomers (usually going for the hallucinogenic kind) have mistakenly ingested Galerina mushrooms, with deadly consequences. Most mushrooming guides I’ve read strongly recommend against harvesting “little brown gilled mushrooms,” and this is the reason. So, as I always do, I instructed my girls to not touch wild mushrooms unless I tell them it is safe. This is one of the reasons why.
We did see some dark-eyed juncos in the trees. Juncos are in the sparrow family. They were obviously frightened by our approach (and the loud laughter of the girls amplified by the echo in the dead woods and pond certainly did nothing to convince the little birds we meant no harm).
These adorable little songbirds were certainly a refreshing break from the dead world of winter.
Scrambled Eggs and Mushrooms
One of our New Year’s resolutions was to eat more vegetarian cuisine. Not necessarily vegan cuisine (although we will eventually transition to a day of fully vegan, but I’m not a fan of things that are overly processed, either), and for now we’re still doing the eggs-and-dairy kind of vegetarian. There are several reasons for this. One is to save money on meat, which is becoming very expensive here (as opposed to fresh produce–and also so that we can afford more whole grain breads and fresh produce).
Another reason is for health: my husband and I have both been packing
on the pounds and, instead of going on a fad diet, we are just going to change what we eat. We figure it’s better to eat things that are not processed, have more fiber, and aren’t pumped with hormones and chemicals (as so much commercial meat is, unless you buy certified organic, which is expensive and hard to come by in rural grocery stores). For the girls, we want to make sure they are raised with healthy lifestyle choices (as opposed to my upbringing–which was the same for a substantial number of Americans) and healthy lifestyle choices are best taught by example.
It’s also for environmental reasons: just consuming things that are more sustainable (like buying organic or locally grown) and don’t contribute to greenhouse gas, as cows do. And for me, as a Wiccan who dabbles in Hinduism, it’s also partly an ethical thing (many Hindus and Wiccans/neopagans are vegetarian because they tend towards nonviolence and they see all living things as brothers and sisters under the divine).
That’s not to preach to you to make any lifestyle changes, but just to explain why we are aiming to eat 4 days a week of vegetarian or vegan.
This is a new thing for me, being a carnivore by nature. It’s easier for my husband, who grew up eating a mostly eggs-and-dairy vegetarian diet. So I’ve made a wish list of vegetarian cookbooks and found some interesting websites with recipes for those who are just starting down this path.
In the meantime, I’ve been experimenting. One of my first endeavors was making a country-French-inspired scrambling of eggs and mushrooms. It turned out to be a great success with my family. So much so, in fact, that I’ve now made it several times. When I serve it with a side of fresh fruit and yogurt, it fills up my girls’ bellies and provides a balanced breakfast.
This recipe serves 3.
Ingredients
- 3 large eggs
- 1/2 cup mushrooms, sliced or chopped (portobello would work best, but any kind will do)
- 3 tablespoons parsley, dried or chopped fresh, and extra for garnish
- 1 large tomato (or 1/2 cup small tomatoes), diced
- 2 tablespoons parmesan cheese, shredded or grated, and extra for garnish
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- salt to taste
Directions
- Heat the oil in a medium frying pan. Add the mushrooms. Sautee them until they are cooked (usually they will get tender and darker).
- In a bowl, beat the eggs. Stir in the black pepper, parmesan cheese, salt, and parsley.
- Add the egg mixture to the frying pan. Stir frequently so that they don’t stick to the bottom of the pan and burn.
- When the eggs are cooked thoroughly, remove from heat and serve. Garnish with any combination of parmesan cheese, tomatoes, and parsley.
It goes well served with a side of fruit, whole grain toast, and yogurt.
For Further Reading
- November Recap Part 1: Foraging is Fun (mommysauruswrecks.wordpress.com)
- Weekday Vegetarian – Recipes (treehugger.com)
- The Ohio Mushroom Society (ohiomushroom.org)
- The Ohio Ornithological Society (ohiobirds.org)
- imabonehead: AmericanMushrooms.com – The Death Cap Mushroom (Amanita phalloides) (americanmushrooms.com)