Mushrooms

I grew up on a dairy farm. My father, who was an accountant, did peoples taxes on the side. One of his friends was a mushroom farmer. In those days, they grew the spores in horse shit and, quite frankly, he smelled. But, he paid for his taxes in one or two boxes of button mushrooms. My mother would slice them up and cooked them in butter in her cast iron pan and I was always amazed at how they would shrink down. I loved them then and can't get enough of them now...