On the German love of foraging for mushrooms
The German public flock to the woods every autumn in search of hidden treasure.
Dear Reader,
Last weekend, when walking down an unassuming backstreet in an east German town, I came across a man bent down behind a tarpaulin-covered table.
When I came closer I realized he was cleaning some chanterelle.
“Oh, where did you collect those?” I asked somewhat too bluntly, hoping for a hot tip on a nearby mushroom spot.
“Poland officially,” he…