We’re currently staying with my parents in Germany and one of my favourite autumn activities is mushroom picking. Last year, Amy was still a little too young to make her way through the forest, but this year she is having an absolute blast.
We put on her wellies and rain mac, jumped in the car and drove to one of the forests near my parents’ house. There are plenty of woods, but we have a mushroom picking spot that we’ve been going to ever since I remember and we didn’t make an exception this year.
So far, we’ve been in the woods two times and each time we’ve come home with two baskets filled with fresh wild mushrooms. Amy absolutely loved running around between trees and bushes, shouting ‘Pilze’ (the German word for mushrooms) and watching the wildlife unfold underneath her feet.
She was fascinated by the huge ant mounts and the copious amounts of frogs that jumped up when she walked through the dark green moss and you could see how incredibly proud she was when she got to carry two baskets full of penny buns and suede boletes to the car.
When it came to eating them for dinner, she quickly changed her mind, but I guess wild mushrooms are so much more flavoursome than the mushrooms that you get in supermarkets, that it probably just takes Amy some getting used to. We really enjoyed them though. Ben actually said, he’s never had mushrooms as tasty as these ones and I agree with him: There is nothing as nice as mushrooms that you have picked yourself.
My plan now is to look into wild mushrooms growing in the UK. Mushroom picking is such a fun activity for all the family and we really enjoyed spending quality time outdoors. It’s something that I would really like to do more often and of course having fresh mushrooms for dinner is an added bonus.