I’m a slow runner, but slow has its advantages. I listen to audiobooks while I run, and being slow buys me more listening time. I never have race anxiety because I know I’ll be bringing up the rear. And I have time to look around for mushrooms.
I’ve logged many miles on the trails of the Eagle Pond conservation area, in Cotuit, and I’ve learned where the good mushrooms are likely to be found. This morning, though, I found a monster bolete where I’d never seen one before. It had two cousins, right nearby, but they were a little over the hill.
Trouble is, I’m not sure exactly what kind of bolete it is. I harbored a faint hope that it was a king bolete (or cep), but I think the stalk is too deeply netted for that. The flesh has a very slight bitterness to it, and doesn’t stain. The cap is smooth and not sticky.
If you have any clues as to its identification, please let me know. Meanwhile, if you see somebody jogging along at a snail’s pace, wave!
A later-in-the-day postscript: I sauteed it, hoping the cooking would make that slight bitterness disappear. No such luck. It was so bitter as to be inedible. I still don’t know what kind of bolete it is, but I can tell you it’s not the eating kind. Bah.