I encountered this black and blue mushroom family the other day. They seemed to be on a Sunday walk this lovely afternoon. Wore a basket with bread and wine and enjoyed the shadows under the trees.
Then a mushroom picker came along. “Wow, awesome, these mushrooms are so delicious!” He teared them up and put them in his basket and continued to look for more. But the mushroom family were very happy. Took out their bread, uncorked the wine and enjoyed the ride.
Until all of a sudden, they were dumped on a table, chopped and put in a soup. “Delicious!” the mushroom picker smiled, he was in seventh heaven, those were the best mushroom he knew.
Well, that’s life, one man’s death is another man’s bread, no I mean, soup.