When I was a kid growing up in Poland, I always hated mushrooms with a passion.

One autumn, my grandmother took us mushroom-picking in a nearby forest. We came back with two whole buckets, which I refused to eat. Then she pulled out a mushroom called a kania. She breaded it and deep-fried it, then served it as a sandwich on a piece of sourdough.

I fell in love. Later, in 2017, I went to China and discovered the wonder of mushrooms. But until then, I didn't eat any, except the kania mushrooms my grandmother made.

Anon