By Tea Silvestre

Chanterelles that Todd brought along, sautéed and served up on crostini. Photo by Rodger Helwig.
There were 30 of us on the SFPFS mushroom and truffle hunt on March 3, a feisty band of fungi enthusiasts traipsing up and down the grassy hills, our eyes glued to the ground.
First there was the drive to the secret location at the foot of Mt. Hamilton. We weren’t allowed to actually meet at the location in question. (Remember, it was a secret.) So we rendezvoused with our guide, King of Mushrooms himself, Todd Spanier (chief fun guy, mushroom expert, and wholesaler of fungi far and wide) at the bottom of the hill and consolidated the group into six SUVs. (I asked if we needed to put bags over our heads so we wouldn’t know where we were going, but thankfully, they said that wasn’t necessary.)
We were to be the guests of a local family (who shall remain nameless — secret!) and tour their farmstead: the organic vegetable garden, the truffle orchard (also known as a truffière), and the surrounding hillside of trees and wild herbs.
When we arrived, we broke up into three groups, mostly because the truffière is delicate and shouldn’t have a hoard of foodies trampling around, killing off the baby truffles, but also because it made it easier for our guides to give us individual attention.
Todd led the first group to the outskirts of the property to forage for wild mushrooms. The second group was invited to self-tour the organic garden and taste anything and everything to their hearts’ delight, while the third group climbed the small hill to the orchard with truffle-hunting expert Bill Collins and his dog, Rico. (Truffle hunters these days tend to use dogs, which can be taught to drop the truffles they locate. Female pigs tend to take off fingers if you try to take a truffle away from them. Truffles apparently smell like a male pig ready for sex. Yum!)
After each group had enjoyed its activity, we switched places, and then switched again, until everyone had enjoyed the full experience of the outing.
I started in the organic garden, tasting everything from arugula (the flowers are so sweet!) to sugar snap peas to celery (salty!).
Thirty minutes or so later, we swapped places with the foragers and traipsed off with Todd to look for earthly treasures.
How many mushrooms did we find?
Sadly, not many.
The first group of foragers came up totally empty handed.
Our group (actually just Linda Yoshino, whom we later dubbed the Mushroom Queen) found two mushrooms.
One was a tiny little guy that Todd said was edible, but not worth the trouble. The other was a patch of larger mushrooms that were also edible.
Todd explained that we could tell the difference without a handy-dandy microscope by looking at the color of the spores. If they’re pink (as opposed to white), then you can keep ’em.
While we stalked the mushrooms, we also got lessons in wild herbs — milk thistle was abundant here, as were mustard greens, green almonds, regular almonds, red peppercorns, and bay leaves.
Then it was our turn to check out the truffle orchard with Bill and Rico, an adorable pup of the Lagotto Romagnolo breed. After a long, uphill hike, we came to a gated orchard of about 4 acres. This was a hazelnut orchard interspersed with oak trees, planted about 8 years ago.
Rico did his best to find us a truffle or two, but was easily distracted by the birds and other critters. His master admitted that not many truffles have been found in this little orchard. Yet.
Unfortunately, we didn’t find any. The whole mushroom hunting adventure seemed more like a snipe hunt than anything else. But I wasn’t disappointed. Far from it.
What’s more important than finding a stinky fungus? I’ll tell you: Knowledge, skills, and new friends. Plus the sheer enjoyment of being outdoors, breathing clean air and connecting with the earth. Those are true gifts.
But the real treat came at the end of the outing when we all met up to eat our sack lunches.
Gathered at the picnic tables, under the shade of an elderberry tree, Todd proceeded to show us how to properly clean and cook chanterelles (which he had brought with him). He told us their history and where they’re found.
He then had us take out our pocket knives (we were told to bring these for harvesting all those mushrooms we were going to find) and clean and chop the bunch together. As we worked, delicious homemade goodies, cooking tips, and stories were shared. Nobody went hungry.
And when we were ready to eat the mushrooms, the joy of tasting those chanterelles (sauteed with a little butter, garlic chives, salt, and olive oil, and heaped generously on homemade crostini) was evident on every smiling face.
But wait, there was more!
Todd then whipped up a batch of truffle-infused scrambled eggs for us. These were farm eggs that had been nestled inside a closed case for two days with a large truffle. The truffle’s perfume had penetrated the eggs (yes, through the shell) and gotten caught up in the fat of the yolks. He also shaved some of that truffle into the eggs, and added a few generous pinches of truffle-infused salt and a couple of BIG spoonfuls of butter.
We each only got one large bite of this special treat. (And, yes, everyone’s eyes were rolling back in their heads from the mouthgasms.)
I chewed mine very very slowly. It played with my tongue for a long moment, and then — gone!
What a day. You shoulda been there.
It was definitely a whole hog marvel if I ever saw one. (And it didn’t take a female pig to find it.)
Note: This article was adapted from Tea Silvestre’s blog, wholehogmarvels.wordpress.com.
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Hey Look A Mushroom. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon.
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In the Truffle Patch. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon.
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Meanwhile Back in the Henhouse. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon.
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Mushroom Habitat. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon.
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Daffodils on the Farm. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon
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Truffle guide with his truffle-hunting dog Rico. Photo by Rodger Helwig.
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Trekking through the truffiére. Photo by Rodger Helwig.
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Rico needs a bit of encouragement. Photo by Rodger Helwig.
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A just-picked cabbage. Photo by Rodger Helwig.
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Organic garden where we were encouraged to forage for goodies. Photo by Rodger Helwig.
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Chanterelles that Todd brought along, sautéed and served up on crostini. Photo by Rodger Helwig.
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Organic Fun. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon.
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The Mushroom Queen. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon
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Todd Pointing Up Towards Truffle Patch. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon
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Todd the Mushroom King. Photo by Laura Martin Bacon