Mushroomer unearths a delicacy in the forest
By Jonathan Levitt
LINCOLNVILLE, Maine — Greg Marley is in a damp grove of hemlock, toting a woven basket, followed closely by Rosie, his big black Newfoundland. He’s looking for black trumpet mushrooms and finds the sinister-looking, funnel-shaped fungi on a patch of moss. “The French call them trumpets of death,’’ he says. “It’s probably because they want them all to themselves. They’re my wife’s favorite. So good on pizza.’’
Marley, 55, says that anyone with an interest in foraging will find at least six edible varieties of mushroom growing in New England fields and forests. In his new book, “Chanterelle Dreams, Amanita Nightmares: The Love, Lore, and Mystique of Mushrooms,’’ he elaborates on chanterelles, porcini, puffballs, morels, shaggy manes, and chicken mushrooms. “Americans are a mycophobic bunch’’ — afraid of mushrooms, says Marley. “Walking through the woods, the assumption is that most wild mushrooms are poisonous, and that they have the potential to sicken or kill anyone foolish enough to pick and eat one. But once you know a mushroom, it is hard to mistake it for anything else, and actually, around here, there are many more edible mushrooms than there are poisonous ones.’’ Because of mycophobia, Marley has some wooded areas all to himself. In the fall, that means a bonanza. Read the full article at Boston.com. Greg Marley’s Chanterelle Dreams, Amanita Nightmares, is available now.