Shortly before my gramma passed away in 1933 she told me the good mushrooms were the ones that curved down and were pink in the cup on the underside. She was the only one I ever picked mushrooms with, so i've never picked mushrooms since and I'd be a little nervous taking on that responsibility. I'd be glad to carry the little pail to put them in, if some one else wanted to handle the picking.

Easy as she goes, Sorcha.