My dad was an avid mushroom hunter in the fall. He knew the secrets of finding button mushrooms. My mom would sauté them with garlic, onions, and olive oil. They were delicious. I went with him on numerous occasions. he tried to teach me how to tell the difference between a poison mushroom and the mushrooms he picked. I was more interested in looking for Native American artifacts. There are times when we want to teach someone something important and we become frustrated when they don’t learn. There has to be a readiness and desire to learn before the doors to the mind open. BTW, today, I buy my mushrooms at the supermarket. LOL