Grandmother Morgan’s Field Mushrooms

During my childhood the family would drive some 45km from home to the Dandenong Ranges, to a lovely place opposite the forest. On the way, beyond the market gardens, lay open fields, where true field mushrooms grew in abundance in autumn. Armed with a basket we would collect these treasures and return with blackened fingers to the car, which took on the intense earthy aroma of the ‘mushies’, as we called them. The first job on arrival at the house near the forest was to light the fuel stove