Matsutake Memories

Fungi is a fickle kingdom. Predicting where and when a particular mushroom will grow is like betting on the stock market.

Willa with amanita coccora — the only edible mushroom in a family of deadly beauties

Willa with amanita coccora — the only edible mushroom in a family of deadly beauties

Some mushrooms appear only in years with late soaking rain, others only when there is an early rain followed by a dry spell followed by another rain. Some mushrooms only grow where there is something dead under the dirt, while others cannibalize nearby poisonous mushrooms, transforming them into prized edibles.

It is a strange and unpredictable world, that of the mushroom hunter.

And so it is that we depart each late fall or early winter for our yearly holiday visit to see my mother and other family in the mountainous forests of Northern California’s Sonoma County, uncertain what we will find growing amidst those trees. Last year, for example — one of the driest on record — we went up at Thanksgiving and found nothing, where normally we might’ve found porcini and chanterelles, among others.

This year, we arrived in the week before Christmas. They’d had ample rainfall already, and my mother told me there were mushrooms everywhere. Indeed, my first stroll outside our first morning there revealed signs of tantalizing promise — tiny, delicious candy caps growing from the moss along the driveway.

A short walk up past the badminton court and I was rocked — matsutake, several large mushrooms, one of my most favorite fungi!

Kids and their matsutake haul

Kids and their matsutake haul

On closer inspection, these mushrooms had been open awhile, had been rained on, and were clearly past their prime. But this was an area where they rarely ever even grew, which meant that further up the hill I was likely to hit the jackpot.

I gathered my wife and kids — excellent mushrooms hunters one and all (the kids in particular, possessing sharper eye sight and being closer to the ground) — and headed up the mountain.

Soon enough, we had found more matsutakes — perfect ones, firm and clean, just emerged from the earth. I trained my kids to spot “shrumps,” tell-tale bulges in the leafy duff — “mushroom humps” — where a large cap hadn’t yet broken the earth. And they were a quick study. We were finding matsutakes everywhere we looked, where we had been standing right above them and hadn’t even seen them before.

Good little hunters

Good little foragers

My wife took Immy, our 4-year-old, back to the house. It was drizzly and cold, and they were both satisfied with their haul. But the older kids and I continued on, and found more matsutakes in several different spots further up the mountain. After awhile, they too lost interest.

“I don’t even care if it’s a matootakee,” said Willa, picking up a large white mushroom and chucking it against the side of the tree.

We turned back home — we had well over 10 pounds, we didn’t need to be greedy.

I like to cook matsutakes in a number of different ways — cream of matsutake soup, matsutake pizza, pasta, grilled Japanese style, etc. But perhaps my favorite way is tempura fried with a soy lemon dipping sauce. If you’ve got matsutakes (and I’m betting the ranch you don’t), give it a try. You could also have similarly excellent results with shimeji or enoki. Serve with chilled Japanese beer.


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Beer-tempura matsutake mushrooms with lemon soy dipping sauce
serves 4-ish

1 lb. cleaned matsutake (or other Japanese mushroom), thinly sliced
2 cups vegetable oil
3/4 cup flour
1/4 cup cornstarch
1 tsp. dried dashi broth* (optional)
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. pepper
1 beer, Japanese or ale
2 tbsp. soy sauce
1 tbsp. lemon juice
1 tbsp. water
1 small garlic clove, grated
1 tsp. sugar

*Note: the dashi broth, while not necessary, does add a delicious umami to the mushrooms. If you had trouble finding dried dashi broth, you could buy more readily available dried katsuo bonito shavings and grind them to a powder in a spice mill.

Mix together flour, cornstarch, dashi broth (if using), salt and pepper. Pour in beer, stirring until it reaches the consistency of a thin pancake batter. (Should take 3/4 to a whole beer.)

Make your sauce: mix together soy sauce, lemon juice, water, garlic and sugar, stirring until sugar is dissolved.

Heat vegetable oil in a wok or small saucepan over medium high heat until a drop of batter sizzles. Dip matsutake slices, one at a time, in the batter and drop into the oil, a few at a time. Fry until crispy and golden, about 1 minute per slice — turning once if needed — and remove with tongs to a paper towel-lined plate. Drain for a moment, and place on a plate in a 200-degree oven. Continue — dipping, frying, draining and plating in the oven — until all mushrooms are cooked.

Sprinkle with salt and serve with dipping sauce.

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sanseilife
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 00:27:48

    Last night I added some matsutake mushrooms to my crock pot roast Yum! Thanks for this post!


  2. Mom
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 00:52:41

    I can never move.


  3. "Cheffie Cooks"
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 01:22:30

    Great find Sean! The children are adorable. I have 5 ( 4 y.o. fraternal twins, 6, 8 and an almost 10 y.o. Birthday is very soon-Yikes where have the years gone?). Cheryl from sunny Florida.


  4. "Cheffie Cooks"
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 01:33:12

    Hey again, the last were an oops (but good ones!) my husband and I were like oh what’s one more until we heard two heartbeats! Luckily, I have help (and had) both set of parents are nearby (within 45 minutes) and my Hubs owns two Companies and works his tail off! Life is blessed and good! Cheryl


  5. "Cheffie Cooks"
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 01:44:53

    Yours sound much better than mine though! Best, Cheryl


  6. andreathompson2
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 02:26:24

    It’s going to be SOOOO funny when your kids start dating and it comes up that they are EXPERT wild mushroom hunters!!


  7. writerspilecki
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 05:06:05

    What an odd name for a mushroom. Matsu is pine and take is bamboo.


  8. andreathompson2
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 05:49:58

    OMG, it just occurred to me that they might think you are weird and eccentric. An older guy, Dad! Life is soooooo weird.


  9. Jessamine in PDX
    Jan 24, 2015 @ 05:48:20

    Holy matsutakes! That is a serious haul. Love that you’re training the kids early, if only my cats were as helpful…


  10. Michelle
    Jan 26, 2015 @ 02:31:43

    Jealous! Everybody is always saying “I’m so sure you’ve got morels on your property.” But, after 20+ years, we’ve never found a single one.


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