I went out this morning to see how much the shiitakes had grown overnight and was amazed to see one of the logs of oyster mushrooms had also fruited.
I may have done a mushroom dance. Look at those delicate gills, the soft, felty caps, the blush of brownish gray.
These are called Italian Oyster Mushrooms, Pleurotus pulmonarius.
I ate one of the shiitakes, by the way, by far the best mushroom I have ever tasted. The texture is so indescribably good, and the flavor so meaty and aromatic. I can’t wait to grill up a few of them, if I can keep from eating them all raw, by myself, standing in the woods.