Princes are tall, noble mushrooms with feathered, golden caps that have a square-ish, marshmallow-like shape when young. They often crop up twice in a season, and are considered choice edibles.
These beauties appeared in July along a sidewalk edged with ivy. We carefully pried them out of the ground, marveling at their long stems, and carried them home.
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Golden, feathered heads nestled in the ivy.
White, scaly stems pushing up through the leafy litter.
Six long-legged beauties, showing some tell-tale yellow bruising.
About 640 grams.
Cleaned and trimmed.
Unbroken veils, and an unmistakable almondy scent.
What would you do with such fresh, tender, aromatic mushrooms?
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We carefully tore some of them lengthwise into quarters.
The rough edges cook nicely on the grill.
A little char adds so much flavour.
The rest we cut up for the pan.
Beautiful, firm flesh, and so aromatic when cut open.
Into a hot pan with olive oil and a little garlic.
Half were finished with Sherry, half with cream.
No bread required, just amazing on their own.
About two months later, the same stretch of sidewalk revealed another crop. Unfortunately, they went unnoticed for a few days and were a little past their prime when we found them.
The veils are broken, the caps have opened fully, and the edges are starting to split.
Such a great haul, although they’re starting to lose their sweet scent.
We decided to dry these in the dehydrator.
A jar full of dried Princes, still heavy with a sweet, earthy aroma. They add their famous flavour to creamy sauces and casseroles.
At the same time, this batch of Agaricus praeclaresquamosus showed up very nearby.These are quite similar to the Prince, with scaly caps, brown gills and a ring around the stem. Two noticeable differences are their grey-brown cap and their distinctly phenolic scent, like a bottle of ink, or that paste/glue we all used in kindergarten, or perhaps asphalt/creosote. Oh, and quite poisonous. So three differences, then.
Gooseneck barnacles are so ugly it’s hard to think of them as food. We’ve heard that in Spain and Portugal, percebes can cost up to $200 per kilo at restaurants. If people are spending that much to have them with a glass of Sherry, they must be pretty special.
On a recent trip to the far side of Vancouver Island we spotted some on the rocks at low tide and took the opportunity to see what the fuss was all about.
A very low tide gave access to rocks that are usually out of reach.
Gooseneck barnacles compete with the mussels for space.
Because they are filter feeders, they prefer turbulent waters. The biggest ones grow on the far, ocean-facing side of the rocks.
The big Pacific waves help the muscle grow fat and long.
A sampling of seafood from the rocks.
Hard to believe that inside these dinosaur-like heads and leathery bodies hides incredibly tender flesh with a flavour something like shrimp crossed with scallops.