Almost a Grown-Up
I will never consider myself a grown-up until I properly know how to prepare mushrooms.
We eat them fairly often and I am always afraid of dying. Now let's clear this up right here, right now. I am NOT afraid of dying. Life will be awesome living with my family forever. I am just afraid of dying by mushroom. That seriously just sounds like the worst way to go.
Here is my call for help. Please leave a comment informing me of:
1. How well do they really need to be washed? Do they really have to soak in cold water?2. How much stem must be removed? Does more than the stem need to be removed? What about that brown fringey stuff? What about the white weird stuff around the stem?
And no this is not a sneaky way to get comments on my blog. I am not that shallow. I felt grown-up when I started to pay my own car insurance. I felt grown-up getting my piano tuned. I felt grown-up when I had to water my garden at midnight to keep it alive (a non-grown-up would have let it die for sure). It's just one of those things in my head that only makes sense there, but when you say it out loud it does kind of sound ridiculous.