The Doctor Revisits the Woods


“… The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep …”

In this, arguably, most famous of poems of Robert Frost, the poet is suggesting that we are often tempted in life by things along the way – things that are lovely, dark, and deep.  And I think he’s also saying that in a better time, there’s plenty of reason to fall victim to the seduction of the woods, for the woods too has promises to keep.

And so it was for me, recently, as I feel victim once more to the seduction of the dark and deep woods – I did so quite willingly, for I sensed that the timing was right for the woods to give up one of its “promises” – I sensed the seasonal bloom of the white chanterelles was nigh.

Yesterday was one of those rare days – not only was it pleasant, weather wise, but after so many trips out to the woods where the only reward is being out in the woods (OK, that’s not such a small thing!), my optimism matched up with nature’s timetable, and I hit the bloom of the white chanterelles within a day or so of first emergence.

I have a nice spot in McKinley, on BLM land east of Coos Bay, in the foothills of the Coastal Range, where I can depend on catching the white chanterelles each fall, and if I get the timing right, I’ve got them all to myself. I have a few picker friends who swear to me that my spot is smack dab in the middle of a heavily picked area, but actually I’ve never seen another picker anywhere near my spot – but I never go out on a weekend, and even though I do see evidence of others having been there, if you hit it right, none of that matters!

I love those whites! First of all, they are just meatier than are other chanterelles – and then, at least in my favorite spot, they tend to cluster heavily together – so, when you find one, you are actually finding 10 or 20 within sight while on your hands and knees. And they are just bigger! Yes, I know, yellows can get huge – but the yellows all start out as pinheads visible on the surface. The whites tend to begin their development deep under the surface of the duff, and as they grow, they literally dig a hole through the soil, so that when you go to pick them, you can actually reach down into that hole, sometimes 5 or 6 inches, to find the base of that baby – I have never found a little white – to me, they are the kings of the chanterelles.

For awhile, I was a little fearful that we might be witnessing a scenario where the real rains would start so late this year that we might have a seriously depleted bloom. I started checking my spots in July, a week after we got an inch or so of rain – Nothing. Then again in August it rained nicely, and after a week or so, I checked again – that time there was an initial flush, but when no followup rains occurred, that was it. My picker friends tell me these false starts are bad for the season, ’cause it can mess up the internal clock of the mycelium, and it may trigger a failure of the full bloom to happen at all.

And so it was with a degree of trepidation that I ventured out to the woods yesterday. But when I saw the first mushhump, I knew my fears were unfounded, and that I was in for a magical day.  The woods was keeping its promise to me!

Here a few shots of the experience (I find it difficult to get pictures when the picking activity is hot and heavy – you too?)

The Beautiful White Chanterelle - the gift of the forest gods

The Beautiful White Chanterelle - the gift of the forest gods

The "clustering" behavior - note the mushroom's deep hole

The "clustering" behavior - note the mushroom's deep hole

Out in the woods, he's kind'a cute - in my garden, he's dead!

Out in the woods, he's kind'a cute - in my garden, he's dead!

Waiting to be cleaned - the "not fun" part

Waiting to be cleaned - the "not fun" part

Even though it’s true that the cleaning, processing, and packing up the mushrooms is certainly not the fun part, it is the real reason why I’m interested in these babies in the first place – I only do this for culinary purposes.  It gives me no end of pleasure to know that down in L.A., they’d pay more that $100 for this pile of white chanterelles – maybe lots more!

Once they’re packed up, I’ll freeze them and use them over the next year in all kinds of ways, some more creative than others – here’s some instruction on how I process and prepare them.  I’ll soon be doing some Chanterelle Breads that I’ll share here.  In the meantime, I feel neglectful in not giving you a mushroom recipe, but I could do no better than to share once more with you, Lydia Bastianich’s recipe for Chanterelle Sauce – do not be fooled by the simplicity of this sauce, in ten plus years of cooking chanterelles in every form and way, I’ve yet to find anything better.


About drfugawe

I'm a guy with enough time to do as I please, and that my resources allow. The problem(s) are: I have 100s of interests; I have a short attention span; I have instant expectations; I'm lazy; and I'm broke. But I'm OK with all that, 'cause otherwise I'd be so busy, I'd be dead in a year.
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5 Responses to The Doctor Revisits the Woods

  1. Mimi says:

    Wow you hit the motherload!

    It’s funny what you said about the price of chantrelles in L.A., when I saw the first pictures all I could think of was the cost at a market or farmers market down here in California for such a lovely pile of mushrooms.

  2. drfugawe says:

    And the last I heard, in Calif they have shut down the recreational picking of mushrooms on public lands! That’ll keep the price artificially high. Sometimes I just marvel at the accessibility to the forests that we have up here – see, not everything is better in CA.

  3. Anet says:

    Oh I am so jealous of your woods!
    Even though we have minimal mushrooms around here I still am reluctant to pick many of them, except a few obvious morels, as I don’t know how to choose wisely.
    I do like the dark and seductive woods, ones that call me. Frost is so right.

  4. Wow what a bounty! I’ve always wanted to try mushroom gathering, but the possibility of death has kept me away from those gorgeous caps.

  5. drfugawe says:

    Many thanks for your visits – and comments. All mushroom gatherers start at the same place, a position of fear and trepidation! But the successful ones learn early the picker’s secret – learn one, maybe two, mushroom’s identity well, and then ONLY pick those. Chanterelles are among the best to choose because they are easy to find (all over the U.S.) and there are few, if any, dangerous look-alikes – in fact, there are few other mushrooms that look like a chanterelle.

    Apply the picker’s rule, and you can begin discovering the beauty and soul cleansing nature of the forest -lovely, dark and deep- that soon transcends the gathering of mushrooms – it becomes the real reason for visiting the forest.

    Just do it, my friends – it’s a whole new world.

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