I can’t help but think that if my mógu mission had not turned fungal fiasco I might never have made some adventurous strangers into lifelong friends.
There are great things about being a foodie in far-off places. Food often supersedes language. Even though I don't speak Chinese, the mushrooms speak for me.
Mushrooms, or mógu, are this mountainside’s moneymaker. What legends and traditions surround this fungal fortune?