As I rip Humphrey from his cradle he maintains complete composure...Enrico on the other hand seems to lean toward Humphrey in a futile attempt to reach for his brother.
The underside of Humphrey's well developed self.
Last bath...remarkably Humphrey is way cleaner than any store-bought porto I have ever laid eyes on.
Humphrey prepares to die.
Words escape me at this point as I am overwhelmed with emotion.
Sauteing the Humphrey bits in butter, a splash of worschestire, with onion and garlic.
Scrambling the eggs who are lucky enough to be accompanied by such a brave and glorious 'shroom on their final adventure throughout our respective digestive tracts.
Final moment of reverence.
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And so the final sun (maybe the closet light) has set on Humphrey - may he soon have many more brothers, sisters and cousins (if that's how spores work ??).
And now, for the pragmatic side ---
Inquiring minds want to know - did it have any flavor? Did it taste good?
Hi ya Mom...Yes! Humphrey was DELICIOUS!
How is Enrico dealing with this? The death of an older sibling is often very traumatic.
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