It didn’t taste like chicken.

I am thoroughly convinvced that a mushroom I ate raw yesterday is poisonous, despite vehement insistance that it isn’t. I don’t know how else to explain why I felt so strange yesterday. It could just be a minor case of hypochondria or psycho-somatic disorder. The mushroom is from the Lactarius family it seems. They call it rujnica here. To me, it’s something of an incredibly acquired taste because, while it tastes slightly cabbage-y at first, the aftertaste is akin to the smell of a doll. What’s more, the taste lingers on for too long in the same intensity. There exists another mushroom, a greenish one, which I prefer more because it retains the cabbage-like flavor in the beginning and its aftertaste is much gentler.

Speaking of cabbage flavored things, I’ve also eaten some clover. It seems that I am truly on my way to becoming a gnome, if not a leprechaun.

These things are in a long list of things I have eaten so far that I probably wouldn’t have back in the States. I have tried all sorts of fruits that have grown without any pesticides or hormones. There were cherries, regular and what I guess we would call maraschino; there were wild strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries; there were some unnamable things I don’t remember the names of and thus cannot translate; and there were apples where I had to watch each bite in case I came across a worm, which happened every time. Then, I had honey, straight from the comb–including the comb, in fact, despite the fact that beeswax is quite probably inedible. It creeped me out, the chewiness, but the honey was delicious despite the fact. I had unripe hazelnuts as well, for learning purposes. There are other things as well, I think, but they escape me right now. The only thing I haven’t been able to have at all, however, is lamb, that God-given meat–wow I don’t even know if that’s a pun. There is a disease running about the lamb population around here. They call it bruceloza and it seems to be something like Mad Sheep disease. It is the one thing I’ve been wanting to eat here and I can’t.

But…I guess I’ll just have to stick to the chicken.