Mushrooms toadstools. bright small poisonous mushrooms toadstool group psilocybin


By Charles Towne                        

​​​​​​​​​​​​​“Hey you two, up here, on the roof!”  Looking up, sure enough there was Maude.  

She was one of the most unique people I have ever met and that day when she called to us from the roof was one example of her rare spirit.                                        

There she was; a nail apron around her ample waist, a hammer in one hand, in the process of shingling her roof!

In today’s society with the gals holding every kind of job imaginable it is not strange to see a member of the fairer sex working as a roofer, but this happened to be back in the fifties and Maude was 87 years old at the time!

Maude was not only efficient in the area of home repairs, but she was quite capable in the culinary department as well.   As a young woman she had been a cook in a Canadian lumber camp.  On the back of the big wood burning, cook stove Maude kept a huge pot of soup simmering for the lumberjacks                                                                                                              

Maude added all sorts of things to that soup such as beef stock, vegetables, venison, whatever came to hand went into that big pot.  One day she noticed the soup level was getting somewhat low.  Dipping a large ladle into the kettle she scraped the bottom, hooking onto something quite heavy.  She raised the spoon and was surprised to see a well cooked snake about four feet long.  

She looked at that savory serpent for a moment trying to decide whether or not she should remove the reptile, but thrift won out and she dropped it back into the pot, added more stock, built up the fire and the guys unknowingly ate snake soup that night.  That was our friend Maude!

​​​​​​Shortly after we met Maude she invited us to have dinner with her. This was before we knew anything about her snake soup, otherwise we might have declined.  

On the chosen day Maude served us a most delicious casserole and we were on seconds when I made a slight error in judgment and asked the pedigree of the dish. Maude never missed a lick.  Taking another bite, she said, “Toadstools!” I paused, my loaded fork in mid-flight to my mouth.

“Toadstools?” I exclaimed. “Yep, toadstools“, she answered.  “You know that big old stump out in my backyard?  I gotta dig that thing out one of these days! Well, that stump is covered with these here big yellow toadstools.  That’s what’chereatin’.  Toadstool casserole; pretty good, huh?”                                    

We sat there staring at Maude, our mouths hanging open, our forks poised in midair as we wondered when the stomach pains would start. The casserole sat there, half-eaten; whispering, “poisonous toadstools!”  In a sinister, poisonous toadstool voice.    

Maude, noting our apparent unease, threw back her gray head and laughed in delight.  “Oh you young folks, you needn’t worry yourselves none, I fed some t’ my cat and he ain’t croaked yet!” She laughed at her witticism.

The casserole did taste good and it was while eating my next helping that our friend, our sweet grandmotherly Maude, helped us to relax even more by exclaiming, “Come to think of it though, I ain’t seen that darn cat since he ate that there casserole!”  

After that we began referring to Maude respectfully, and with great affection as ‘Mad Maude’.  To this day I can’t eat a mushroom without thinking of Mad Maude and her toadstool casserole.

                            AN OUTDOORSMAN’S PRAYER

         Dear lord, thanks for bringing interesting people into my life.  Thanks for preserving my life and that of my family.  Help me to be what you want me to be to and for all people. You are my God and I am your child.   Help me to learn from those that are older and help me to be a positive example to the young.
Above all else, let me be an instrument for good in your hands. In Jesus’ blessed name I ask this, Amen

Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.


  1. Not sure if the snake soup or toadstool casserole conjures more of a gag response. Poor cat probably ended up as Chicken Chow Meow for Maude’s next dinner party. Saying a prayer that you get well soon. Keep the good stories coming – they are such a relief from the news…

  2. My dear friend Mike, Mad Maude’s cat eventually showed up hail and hearty demanding some more of the delicious toadstool cassarole. We really are blessed with folks like Maude. Bless all you dear souls, Chaz

  3. Hmmm…I think I have been served some of that toadstool soup, too. If I remember correctly, it was pretty darn good! Love this story. As always, thanks for sharing and bringing a smile to my face.

  4. Dear NH, what sort of a guy do you think I am? Mushroom soup, I should say! The next thig I know you will be telling me you also ate some of Mad Mauds delicious mushroom cassarole! Chaz

  5. Well,I would have a “GAG” response if I found out I was eating Toadstool soup or the meat, in the stew, was actually a snake! I would never have called her Mad Maude to her face, she might of had other “delights” to add the next time you dined with her! Sounds like she was a great lady! And fun loving!

  6. Don Young, I have discovered that there are many astonishing surprises that we can learn from the elderly among us. Their ability to be resilient in life’s challenges always surprises me. Mad Maude’s independent spirit was a feature I always admired. She overhauled her car’s engine when she was in her latter eighties and lived well into her nineties before she decided she was ready for another adventure before she walked off this mortal coil. Yes, we can learn a lot from the elderly. Bless you Don, Chaz

  7. Years ago I was in San Angelo Texas, going to a military school and while there the locals had a gigantic festival one weekend which consisted of a rattlesnake hunt, I had rattlesnake chile and rattlesnake BBQ and it was quite good as I remember, so I imagine the snake soup was tasty also! Later on I had several friends in Wisconsin who were members of the Menomonee Indian Tribe and one weekend I went to the reservation to a Pow Wow they held where I experienced drinking tea made from mushrooms. Unfortunately the mushrooms were of the psilocybin variety and the experience was unexpected to say the least! You my friend made the cardinal error I learned from eating food in many different countries around the world, if you enjoy it, it is sometimes best not to ask what it is! I hope you are feeling better and if you want I could check for exotic medicinal foods for your adventurous palate!

  8. Richard ol’ pal, I have consumed, and been consumed. I was raised to not say no to anything that is cooked. I thank God that there are certainly things best not eaten. Take rotten eggs for example? When an egg has been on the nest long enough to take on a bluish tinge I will pass. There are some delicacies in the world’s cuisine that one would definitely have to develop a taste for. You take care and may Papa God bless you and yours, Chaz

  9. Reminds me of the stone soup that we ate as a child. I remember looking in to stock pot and sure enough there was a large stone in the soup. I think it was put in there just for my benefit. I guess I will never know. Keep them coming Charlie.

  10. Herbert, that reminds me of when I was a kid and we had a real dry year. You might ask how dry it was so I will tell you. Mama sent me down to the river to gather rocks and then she boiled those river rocks to get the moisture out of them. It was so dry when the fish were swimming we could see where they were because they would kick up the dust. Yes sir that was a real dry year. I am sorry for telling that little fib, please forgive me. Chaz

  11. I could envision Miss Maude all the way through that story and it was quite humorous! But I also laughed at others’ responses!!
    I just love a good laugh, obviously you do too! Toadstools and snakes are definitely not on my diet and I think I would have been “giving the food back” right there at the table. Like usual, it was such an enjoyable story and great responses! Thank you so much for the entertainment, Chuck!
    It is most appreciated, especially right about now. God bless you.

  12. Dear CSG, One thing we learned during our rather unique relationship with Mad Maude was that she had a wonderfully risque sense of humor. There was the time she served a mystery salad at a church potluck. Maude called it her eul Gibbons delite. Have you ever eaten skunk cabbage, watercress and dandelion greens garnished with honey and cattail pollen dressing? Not bad, not bad at all! And as usual it was eaten ALLL up! Bless you my friend, Chaz

  13. Charles !!! How Adorable and Impressive Ms. Maude !!! But … Ummmmm I might care about her ‘adorable’ soups … Even more in these days … GOD Bless America and all Entire Home : Our Planet !!! Bless You Little Brother …

  14. remember when you and the other so called adults played that guessing game blindfolded you touch taste and smell items to identify them. the petrified alligator poop and well weathered silage you know natures slow bake confection found at the bottom of a silo.


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