Growth

The thought of eating fungi makes me feel uneasy.
It doesn't compute.
Fungus is a sign of rot and decay... food?!
As a result I'm not aware that I've eaten a mushroom for over 10 years.

Until today.

Miss B spotted mushrooms in the green-grocer.
She asked if she liked them.
Well, she'd never tried them.
She asked if she could.

So tonight I fried them in butter and added them to pasta and tomatoes.

Miss B likes mushrooms.
I'll admit I liked the mushrooms too.
But if I were to eat them thinking of the reality of their existence...

Nowt as queer as folk!