What we call mushrooms are just the fruit of something that can frow out for hundreds of miles to the sides and yards andyards and yards underground. As for truffles, they are very very picky. Under oak trees mainly. Certain light, certain shade. -------- I like guts, roe, liver, guts, kidney, guts. Guts, too. Brains, not so much. Loathe chicken breast. Use lobster often, won't eat it (or crab) from the shell. Why? Bugs. Just big bugs. Sucking on a bug stump is just not something I will do. Loathe desserts of all kinds unless it's really cheese. Have despaired of fruit for the last twenty or thirty years because it's watery sweet pap now. Tapioca. The devil's ovum. Fake cheese. Fake meat is fake tofu.