I'm on the top of the world
Looking down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
... ... I put the wrong mushrooms in my Cream of Mushroom Soup again.
Reminds me of an old observation: ( I actually told many earlier today)
There are Bold mushroom hunters.
There are Old mushroom hunters.
But. . . .There are No Bold Old mushroom hunters.
My grandfather hunted them wild and knew exactly which ones were good or not, and which were poison. It's that poison part that keeps me from hunting them. I use store bought. They used to fry up one called an elephant's ear. It was very tasty.
Yah, I've never been comfortable eating anything that wasn't store-bought. Even then I sometimes worry.
I can hear you singing this, but I want to see the video
You and me both...