Large fungus

I came across this huge fungus while walking up to Drewsclift Cemetery. While I’m no great expert on funghi I believe this is a dryad’s saddle or pheasant’s back mushroom (Polyporus squamosus). The University of Wisconsin Plant Teaching Collection sheds some light on the origins of the name:

So, what about the common names for this mushroom? The “pheasant’s back mushroom” is quite obvious from the above pictures. Many a hunter has been startled in the woods or has stalked one of these mushrooms thinking it was a pheasant seen from the back.

Dryad’s Saddle is a little more complicated. You’re thinking “what the heck is a dryad?” Well in Greek mythology a dryad is a tree-dwelling nymph, also known as a tree sprite. Someone with an overactive imagination decided that Polyporus squamosus looked like a saddle that one of these tree-dwelling nymphs would sit on.

While it’s certainly not toxic opinions vary as to how edible it is. The consensus seems to be that when it’s young and small it’s certainly edible, but when it grows old and large it becomes very tough. The Forager|Chef . Hunting mushrooms, wild and obscure food site has this to say (In a post on the Dryad’s Saddle):

Some people say Dryad Saddles smell and taste of fresh cucumber, and I agree, along with some watermelon rind-a bit like comparing chanterelles to apricots.

I’ve heard of people eating it and not liking it, and saying it is inedible. I have also heard people praise it for being delicious. The confusing part is that both could be right, It just depends on what age you find the mushroom. You wouldn’t want to eat the stem of asparagus when it’s old and woody, although you could make soup with them. The dryad saddle is the same way.

When they’re young and soft, these are succulent little nuggets. When they get older, they are tough and inedible, similar to chicken of the woods, but unlike chickens, are absolutely, positively, un-chewable, no matter the age.

Preparation wise, the first thing I do with dryad saddles is cut off the black stem, and then trim and scrape away the pores on the bottom side of the cap. The pores on the underside of the cap are a bit textural for me, so I remove them by scraping with the side of a paring knife. You don’t have to remove the pores from the dryad sadldle, but I do when I serve it.

Another thing I suggest is to slice these very thin, as in near transparent. Don’t worry about them breaking up or disintegrating into a sauce, their firm texture makes them resilient, like shiitakes.

You really want to keep this moist while cooking, browning a little bit is ok, and will make them taste better, but heavy browning or sauteing can make them toughen and dry out. I like to cook thin slices in a covered pan with a bit of water, butter and salt added until the liquid evaporates, and the mushrooms brown, just a little.

Boscobel – Rose Garden

This is the third of a series of posts on Boscobel, a lovely Federal style mansion in Garrison, NY the other two being: Boscobel – Objects; and Boscobel – Interiors.

It’s also one of the few exterior shots I took this time around – even if it was taken through a window on the upper floor of the building.

The Boscobel website describes the rose garden as follows”

Designed in the 1960s by renowned landscape architects Innocenti and Webel, the Rose Garden is a classically-inspired English style garden with a fountain at its center, hedgerow along its edge and vistas of the Hudson River in the distance. In warmer months, 150 varieties of roses represented in over 600 bushes create a vibrant, colorful and wonderfully-fragrant impression.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Although you wouldn’t think it from the number of flower pictures I’ve been posting of late I don’t really like flowers all that much. While I don’t mind looking at them I’m not a devoted gardener – that’s my wife. However, I’ve always loved bluebells. They grow wild in the woods where I grew up and I was always fascinated by the carpets of blue that you would see at certain times of the year. So when I bumped into this cluster of bluebells at the NY Botanical Gardens I had to take a picture.

When I looked at it later the first thing I saw was the brown leaves. Now I could say this this was deliberate. That the whole pictures is about transience and even though you see the flowers in their full spring glory now, autumn is just around the corner. But this would be a load of nonsense. The fact is that in my enthusiasm to take the picture I just didn’t see them – not at all! The eye (and the human brain) is an amazing instrument capable of shutting out things you don’t expect to see. This just underscores the need to look really hard when you take a picture so as to see any distracting elements.

You may think I’m crazy not seeing the leaves, but I’ll refer you to a fascinating book called “The Invisible Gorilla. How our intuitions deceive us“.

Tulips

My wife worked in the Netherlands for a while and developed a liking for tulips. She doesn’t like them as much as she likes roses, but is still quite fond of them. Some years ago she planted hundreds of them at our house in Briarcliff Manor. Come the following year they all started to grow, the buds developed and they were just about to flower. And then the next day – all gone, just stalks remained. The deer had got them. It was this incident that prompted us to completely fence our property. But I don’t think she’s planted tulips again.

So these are not our tulips. Rather they were taken at the NY Botanical Garden before we went in to the Orchid Show.