When I was a kid, we used to stroll through the woods to collect mushrooms. We almost never ate them, that was the delight only of the adults - our fun was to find them. 35 years later, being back in the forrest with my kids now, I remember some mushrooms - like those, the Germans call Hexeneier, eggs of the stinkhorn (Phallus impudicus, in German: Stinkmorchel). We found a handful of those, one already fawning. Clever me, I checked the internet for some recipes, before I pealed, sliced and roasted the white balls in a pan. According to others, who tried to eat them before, stinkhorn eggs taste like... well, they taste different. Appearently and a convincing hint, it was a recipe of the postwar years; something people ate, when there was nothing else to eat (my parents were born 1940 and 1944).
