A Treasure of Mushrooms

We all have our own versions of treasure---grand, expensive, shocking---simple and delightful and giddy.  I've got millions of both kinds!  Hearing my grandchildren giggle out loud...that spontaneous gaspy giggle where they throw their heads back and have no control...I LOVE that the most of all treasures.  I love living where you sometimes HAVE to wear hiking boots.  I love old cats napping in the sun.  I love having big cases of whatever fruits or vegetables I can think of!

Bianca once said that she wanted to be a jewelry designer so that she could have bowls of loose rubies and emeralds, diamonds and sapphires.  She'd run her fingers through them and luxuriate in having too much of a great thing.  I would enjoy that too and hoped she'd make that happen someday!  My mother loves mushrooms, so for her October birthday, I'd go to the farmer's market and get pounds of every kind of wild mushroom they were selling.  I'd arrange them in piled up rows, in a huge blonde tray basket lined with brown paper.  My Mom would enjoy cooking and eating mushrooms without any feeling of running short.  I think that's key---having so much of that thing that you can just explore and revel! 

This morning, I'm reveling in mushrooms, and wish my mom were here.  I'm making mushroom omelettes for our Sunday brunch and while I'm chopping the oyster and cremini mushrooms, I have enough  of everything that I can pick out the tiny shitakes and throw them in whole.  They're so witch-y looking with their tipped caps and thin stems!  I usually cut things in bite-sized pieces, (as the aunt/mom/grandmother of so many babies) but today, people are going to find those cute little crazy witch-y looking shitake mushrooms in their omelettes and have a moment of giddy!