Ju"What a pity. If we had arst as Ewan had anticipated, the massive trunks looming near the water's edge were teeming with wood ear mushrooms. The fungal bodies were pitch black, their ears sprawling and substantial in size. However, while they appeared abundant from a distance, a closer inspection revealed that many had already withered dry, rendered utterly useless for consumption.
rived just a bit sooner, we could have harvested the whole lot." Ewan sighed, unable to suppress a note of genuine regret in his voice as he surveyed the desiccated fungi.
"It does not matter, really. We could not possibly eat them all even if we picked them." Simon reassured him with a shrug: "I just hope Asher and my brother manage to catch a wild chicken. Braised chicken with wood ear mushrooms is actually quite delicious."
"Do you folks only pick these to eat at home? You do not sell them?" Ewan asked, curious about the local economy.
