Mushroom Picking In Sweden

our scene. i KNOW.

When in Sweden, you will notice little cartons of orange mushrooms that pop up at street vendors’ tables during the summer. Kantareller. Or chanterelles, for non-Swedes. Apparently these little ‘shrooms can be found out in the forests around here, and is a wildly popular pastime.

golden chanterelle

Just kidding, I have no idea if Swedes really like picking mushrooms. But, I do know that Matt does.

Enter: our Swedish friends who not only showed us where to go, but also tromped around with us, told us what we were supposed to be doing, and then (in this case) let us keep all the findings. We have super good friends.

They took us into a couple different forests, where we split up a bit and wandered around. From this recent experience, I gather that you want to look in mossy areas, not around tall grass, and near fallen trees; these are all good place to find the mushrooms. You know, dark, damp, etc.

close up of swedish forest floor. bonus luck if you find a 4-leaf clover!

There’s also about a million different mushrooms out there, and sometimes you’ll wonder if you’re going to run into a gnome, or maybe a troll, or maybe the 7 dwarves themselves. People, these forests are storybook magical and I’m SO in my element.

“don’t eat me!” no, seriously don’t. i think this one is poisonous.
baby mushrooms!

Some of what we didn’t pick, but still looked fun (read: you don’t want to eat these):

I don’t contribute to finding mushrooms, and I shan’t be trusted to actually pick them. Perhaps with some practice and without the appendage that is my camera I could be of help…but as Matt said while we were out there, “I can really see myself being an old Swedish woman picking mushrooms for a living!” To which I replied, “And I’ll take nature pictures to publish in a coffee table book!” See, even in our old age/gender reversed roles, we make a good team!

I take the pictures, people. I do not touch the nature. Unless it’s blueberries, then I hoard.

So, anyway… When looking for kantareller, you just try to spot the orangey/gold color of them, peeking out of moss. Then you take a knife and slice off the mushroom at the base, use a little brush to dust it off, and then throw it in your bucket. Where there is one, there should be more. Finding them feels like a mini victory, and it’s a lot of fun. At least for us it was…and that’s what matters.

picking kantareller
first pickings, and the mushroom brush.

We brought home buckets full of a couple different types of mushrooms, some of which we are keeping fresh in a paper bag and some of which Matt dehydrated in our oven. We’ve got shrooms for dayz.

And…lucky for YOU, Matt is putting together a list of his favorite ways of cooking them up, which I shall share on here soon!

*DISCLAIMER!* Don’t go picking and eating mushrooms you don’t know about. And don’t blame me if you do. Like I said, I take the pictures. I dole out advice on lots of things, but certainly not nature and/or what she has to offer. Clear? Roger that.

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