Cepes Season in the foret domaniale de Saint-Germain-en-LayeA Story by BrianCèpes Season in the forêt domaniale de Saint-Germain-en-Laye by Brian Van der
Horst
Dr Maury, a trim, bespectacled man of serious style in coat
and tie is my local pharmacist in Le Mesnil-le-Roi. He is ready to put up his
annual window display of mushrooms from the local woods. In You can’t
blame them, what with cèpes (Botulis edulis)
going for up to 40 euros a kilo at the local marché. These mushrooms contain more protein than any other
vegetable. In the “La folie des
champignons” has produced wild battles in But here in the Yvellines, West of Paris, the While he was on vacation in august, I had a small récolte vetted by two other pharmacists. They were delicious cooked in butter and
garlic, with a drizzle of olive oil to prevent the butter from burning. Several minutes sizzling in the pan renders
an ambrosial feast. Two hours after ingesting a sumptuous portion, I was seeing
geometric hallucinations. It passed in
a couple hours, but for a while I was wondering what this meal would cost me in
nausea, reduced kidney or liver functions, or paralysis"some of the joys of
ingenuous mushrooming. So when Dr. Maury came back, I quickly apprenticed myself to
his wisdom. To motivate him I gave him a
copy of the mushroom identification computer program I found on the internet
published by And in a marvelous serendipity, my next-door neighbor Jean-Philippe turns out
to have gone to school as a youth with Dr. Maury; moreover his knowledge is
more of the terrain. Mushrooms have their seasons, and weekly cycles. The best
time to find them is just after the full moon. Two days of rain, followed by at
least 2 days of sunlight, and you see the little critters popping up like
figurines in a Whack-a-mole arcade game. Jean-Phillipe teaches me to look in the areas where ferns
grow"indicating copious ground moisture.
But not where they grow densely, but where they are scattered sparsely,
to give the young spores more sunlight. That too, explains Jean-Pierre, is why
they grow freely alongside the trails and pathways criss-crossing the forest.
“They need oxygen to breath.” Finding bent fronds is bad augure: someone else has passed.
If one breaks strings of spider webs across their face"that’s good. It
means that no one has hunted this patch of ground this morning. Footprints of wild boars are good omens as well. But here my
experts diverge. Dr. Maury says the sangliers
are only rooting for worms. Jean-Philippe
says they also eat mushrooms. They are
not fools, he reminds me. For centuries in the South of France, farmers have
used pigs to snuff out those diamonds of fungi: the mythic truffle. Great slimy red slugs are other pathfinders. Unfortunately,
they usually get to the largest, most succulent specimens before we do. Their
children often have colonized what their parents have left us. There are about thousand mushroom hunters in this country,
where 4% of the national population actually work in agriculture, and 98% feel
they are inimically tied to the land. Like Rousseau, the French feel their
deepest roots are in Nature,“Le bonheur
est dans les champs.” Jean-Philippe and I exchange mushroom lore. I, a former marine biologist turned cognitive
scientist, once reported the findings of psycho-pharmacologist Ronald K.
Seigel, who discovered the subjective structure of most human
hallucinations"what forms most people see in trances, drug reveries,
meditation. Seigel demonstrated how if
one ingested psilocybin mushrooms from Were the art styles of each culture suggested by these
plants? Author, philosopher and
ethnobiologist Terrence McNally proposed that mushroom intoxication was a rare
example of inter-species and inter-phylum communication. The mushrooms are telling us how the plant
kingdom thinks. Perhaps even more: Ethnomycologist
R. Gordon Wasson pointed toward the use of magic mushrooms in ancient No matter, it is a beautiful morning in Le
Mesnil-le-Roi. On this side of the
forest, the fungi grow in a wild profusion of colors. Red cepes, violet cortinaire, white pom-poms of vessie de loup lie scattered like golf
balls on a driving range. Bright orange taffeta curtains of wood mushroom stand
boldly on tree stumps. Just our luck that
those gorgeous cèpes
are so good at camouflage. We have to widen our vision, let our minds relax,
watch for those caps emerging from the detritus as the sunlight dances in the
swirling leaves of a golden autumn. No doubt about it,
this is certainly a religious experience for the French. © 2015 BrianReviews
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