Urban Diary
The Heath gets its own KFC (but first, you’ll need to cook it)
“They look like flowers.”
“I think it’s a chicken mushroom or something similar. A chicken fungus. Wait, I’ll find out.”
“Do you think it’s edible?”
A few minutes pass whilst my partner checks on her phone.
“I knew it. It’s a chicken of the woods.”
“Interesting. Maybe the denizens of Hampstead Heath are trying to tell us something about chicken shops,” I quip.
“Edible. But as long as it doesn’t grow on a yew tree. The tree is poisonous and the fungus absorbs its toxins.
“Fancy a ‘chicken stew’ tonight?”
“Nah. We still have leftovers from last night.”
Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner, on sale now.
You can buy me a coffee here.