Ode to Mushrooms

Walter Kish


This past weekend I took advantage of what little time remains for enjoying one of my favourite summer pastimes, namely camping.I packed up the trusty Toyota with my well-used camping gear and headed for that magnificent yet accessible Ontario wonder known as AlgonquinPark.September is probably one of the best months of the year to enjoy Algonquin – the crush of summer tourists has disappeared, the trails and lakes are peaceful and relatively empty, the mosquitoes and flies have disappeared, and the weather, aside from somewhat chilly nights, is still comfortable. 

There for at least a couple of days I was able to escape the noise, smells and stresses of the urban environment. There I breathed the pine-scented air, enjoyed the tranquil beauty of its numerous lakes unmarred by the sound of outboard motors, and trod endlessly down the many trails through a wide variety of forest ecosystems.This past week having been somewhat damp, I was able to witness in great abundance another of nature’s wonderful creations: namely, the mushroom.Everywhere we explored, we found a veritable bounty of fungi of all kinds.There was a stunning rainbow of colours – brown mushrooms, yellow ones, bright orange, red, grey and pure white.They were arrayed in a multitude of shapes  little round globes, flat round pancakes, cones, funnels, and irregular growths that defy description.

I have always been fascinated by mushrooms and part of that, no doubt, comes from being Ukrainian.Mushrooms have always played an important part in Ukrainian cuisine.I can remember that as a small boy growing up in northern Quebec, one of the highlights of the fall season was going mushroom picking in the vast forests that are common to that part of the country.My parents would wait for just the right weekend when ideal mushroom-growing conditions prevailed and we would then mount expeditions to their favourite mushroom picking grounds.These areas were closely guarded secrets, shared only with the closest of friends or relatives. It would be an all-day affair with a break for a huge picnic lunch that my mother had prepared for days prior.We would return at the end of the day with bushels of wild mushrooms, or “pidpenky” as they are known in Ukrainian, and my mother would spend the next several days canning them for the long winter ahead.Needless to say, we would gorge that week on fresh mushrooms fried with onions or made into that staple of the Ukrainian culinary canon, namely mushroom gravy.

As tasty as those wild mushrooms were, nothing could compare to the wild mushrooms called “hryby” that we would get occasionally in a package from Ukraine.These were dried and strung together in long strands.They had a pungent, wild, earthy flavour that when reconstituted into some of my mother’s favourite recipes, were a flavourful delicacy beyond compare.I have since found out that the official scientific name for them is Boletus Edulis, but this in no way detracts from my addiction to them.

When I was finally able to visit Ukraine over a decade ago, I was able to eat my fill of these wonderful fungi, and my cousins marveled at the copious amounts that I would demolish in one sitting.Although they are plentiful in central and western Ukraine, at the time of my visit, many people were quite reluctant to eat them as a result of finding out that mushrooms tend to concentrate any radiation found in the soil, and in the aftermath of Chernobyl, radiation was on everybody’s mind.The seriousness of this was such that the government undertook to issue notices as to which areas were safe and which were contaminated for mushroom picking.

While in Ukraine, I was thrilled to discover that “hryby” were but one of a vast variety of edible and delicious species of mushrooms native to the country.Among others that I was able sample and enjoy were the “masliuk” (butter mushroom), the “lysychka” (chanterelle), the “mokhovyk” (mossy mushrooms), and the “openok” (honey mushroom).Nonetheless, to me the regal “hryb” remains the epitome of taste as far as mushrooms go, and I am already looking forward to my next trip to Ukraine so that I can once more indulge in this heavenly addiction.