I've eaten 6 of the ones on your list! Hoping to add morels very soon.
Black staining polypore is also one that is super easy to ID, the very edges are edible, the inside fronds get very tough, but you can cook those up to make a phenomenal goth broth that works well in chicken noodle soup.
My dad bought me a $300 ice cream maker - it actually churns out really delicious soft serve style ice cream with barely any work. The issue is it's about 100 lbs, the size of a small HVAC unit, and I put it away in our basement storage area. At this point it's less effort to just buy the damn ice cream.
Nah I'm with you on this. I have this weird set of interests that align me well with Lemmy, but also as a dirtbag couch goblin who binges reality TV like my life depends on it. I feel like Lemmy can get a little uh... holier than thou about it and I don't feel like I have any trashy echo chambers anymore. I miss Instagram reality and all the snark subs tbh.
I was you two years ago. Then I took a photo of a strange mushroom and posted it online, only to be told it was a choice lions mane and an incredibly valuable and delicious find. Cue four hours consuming all the resources I could to make sure this thing wouldn't kill me, before eating the tiniest nibble and waiting 24 hours. Yep, it was delicious alright, and because I survived the night, I ate more. I fried it in garlic butter and threw it in soups, I dehydrated it and used it as a thickener. I found more and ate more. Then I learned about chicken of the woods - very distinct with no dangerous lookalikes. Another delicious experience. And so I bought some books. And went on more hikes. Turns out, what I had thought of as danger was just lack of knowledge. I know not to walk in front of a moving car, despite them being all around. Learn what not to eat, learn the ones that can be confused, learn the ones you can't really fuck up IDing, and it's not as scary as it seems.
Omg I have one. Sara Lee chocolate gateaux. It was this triple layer cake of delight, and my parents would buy it for every party back in the 90s. This was before chocolate got shit, so it was alllllll of the good stuff. Probably some cocaine in there too, who knows. I fucking miss that cake.
My name is Helen. I hated that there were no good nicknames for it (ugh, Helly...) but I love my name. Mentioned this to a friend who was like "you could use other parts of the name for a nickname..." and suggested Lenny. As a woman on the internet, having a gender ambiguous username is very beneficial, so I adopted it, and I absolutely love it. I added extra ns because then it'd look like bad kerning Lemmy.
My husband once said to me, "this is a terrible thing to say, and I don't want you to feel bad, but you do seem like the type who might shake a baby" - I was sterilized by then so it was funny vs insulting.
I do not have kids. I got sterilized (had my fallopian tubes removed) in my mid 30s. I never really felt the urge to have them, and the idea of having them became more and more of an icky thought. I am a sleepy person who wakes up at noon on weekends. I'm messy and forget the laundry in the machine. I'm self centered and like to spend what I earn on me, or choose when I feel like gifting and giving to others. I'm picky, I like to find things exactly how I left them, and I don't like sharing with people who aren't my husband. I'm not a bad person, I just understand my behaviors and realize that I don't really have a responsibility to change as long as I'm child free. Add to that the fact that I have so many hobbies, a close knit group of friends, and a bunch of pets - I never feel bored or lonely and I know it'll only get better with age. Kids just never factored in.
Fran will go undercover if she feels truly at ease, which happens rarely because Snuggles is an ever present danger. When he is about, the others sleep with one eye open, but when he's off sleeping in a new novel location, Fran, Melon, and Struggles will toy with burrowing and cuddling. It's a treacherous time for all of them.
For me, there is a "yessss let's go!" moment that will happen eventually that let's me know I've truly slept enough, but I truly do think we're all exhausted in a way we're not evolved to properly deal with yet. Maybe 15-17 hours, while excessive, is what we all collectively need to start the repairing process. Who knows.
I'm currently not working, not even job searching, just... taking December off it all. So naturally I'm allowing myself to sleep in as much as I want. I'm finding myself falling asleep around 1:30am and sleeping through to 11am, only waking due to the crushing guilt of 'wasting the day'. I could probably go for another 2 hours or more. It's all making me realize that humanity is doing the human condition dirty - we should sleep as much as we need to sleep, not be forced to grind at some mediocre task for 8 hours after under-sleeping.
Your little bozo has a beautiful face.