Yes indeed, Maryrrf, and this is the time of year when those little psilocybins start popping up all over. A few years ago there was a grand flush of them on the main Post Office lawn in Halifax, resulting in hordes of shroomers trampling all over the grass there for a few days, until discouraged by the constabulary.

Beer, my grandfather loved field mushrooms, and since he had horses, his pastures were productive. I remember as a child watching him eat one so large it covered a dinner plate.

I do like chanterelles best, though. There is nothing as delicately flavoured as a cream soup (with real cream!) made with chanterelles.