If you’re like me, you probably know what you’re doing when it comes to eating. No histrionics at the dinner table. There’s the food, there’s your stomach, introduce one to the other. Job done.
Was it always so simple for you? I ask because, when I was a kid, I had a lot of trouble with mushrooms.
Let me be clear, had no beef with mushroomkind. I always respected them. No, my beef was with the people who told me to put those mushrooms in my mouth.
These people were tricking me into eating a slug—so it seemed.
These days, I do the tricking. Did you like that “mushroom” pizza, Mum and Dad? Yeah? Well, it had a secret ingredient.
The secret ingredient was SLUGS!
Below: from last week’s Air Mail Weekly.
Extra Mushrooms
That Air Mail cartoon (above) was prompted by a walk in the woods, last October. When I got back from my stroll, I doodled some friends…
Here’s where I imagined those friends might live…
I’m not sure why these silly fungi became gangsters of New York, but in my experience, that’s the fun of cartooning—the good stuff is often a happy accident.
I think I’ve shown you this next one recently, but, since it fits with this week’s theme, I’m smuggling it in again.
From the New Yorker, 2017. Buy this cartoon.
Thanks, as usual, for your eyeballs, and all the best for the coming year!
Yay shrooms! :D