I ate a late lunch, and worked teaching class until 9:30 tonight, at which point my wife and visiting daughter had already eaten. So, for me alone, it was a couple pieces of toasted seed-rich dark bread topped by three sliced wild puffball mushrooms sautéed lightly in butter.
Magnificent. Puffball mushrooms are about the most underappreciated things I can think of. Up here in Alaska we don't get the really big ones I remember from growing up in the Midwest, which could get to be the size of footballs. But ours are a bit larger than hen's eggs, are found in late summer in grassy areas like lawns or parks or schoolgrounds (they look like eggs nestled down in the grass), and when firm and white, are just plain wonderful eating. They have a delicate flavor, not much like other mushrooms, and go well with lighter foods like fish or chicken. I've chopped them up into rice pilafs, too.
The puffballs on toast were much like egg whites in flavor, and just a little more delicate in texture. And they're really not hard to identify. If you can distinguish a cat from a catfish, you should have no trouble identifying puffballs. They grow just about everywhere in the U.S. and Europe. The really big ones, rarely known to weigh over 100 pounds, were prizes of royalty in the Middle Ages, sliced and grilled like meat for banquets.
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