The squirrel, the one who is driving me crazy this summer, has finally stopped chewing on my house, given up attacking the bird feeders, and instead is working the fruit and ash trees. He takes single bites from the apples, then tosses them away. I’ve been picking up after him, putting the discarded apples into a bucket. This morning the apples were bobbing in water from last night’s rain and suddenly reminded me of a children’s book called Rain Makes Applesauce.

Rain Makes Applesauce

Who would have guessed? The book still exists.

The stars are made of lemon juice,
and rain makes applesauce.
(Oh, you’re just talking silly talk)

I wear my shoes inside out,
and rain makes applesauce.
(Oh, you’re just talking silly talk)

Rain also makes mushrooms. My garden is covered with them. We could be in the Northwest (well, maybe not, but still…). This mushroom is particularly prevalent.

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Forget mushroom-perching elves. This monster could support a giant.

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I asked my friend Laura Saffioti — who recently went on a mushroom hunt — what it is and whether it’s edible. She passed the question on to her more expert friend Michael Burke Heim of The Kitchen restaurant in Boulder, Colorado. He suggested it might be Chlorophyllum rachodes. Aka shaggy parasol. And he provided this link:
http://www.mushroomexpert.com/chlorophyllum_rhacodes.html.

Seems if it is shaggy parasol it could indeed be edible and according to Wikipedia is “popularly praised as a choice edible mushroom.” I’ll err on the side of caution and simply admire from afar, and thank Laura and Michael.

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