I paused in the kitchen, needing something that could be mistaken for food by my digestive system. Looking in the cupboard, I remembered picking this up.

You see, a lot of people don’t know this, but the mushrooms aren’t actually wild. In fact, I almost passed them by because I know that any mushroom you can grind down into enough mushroom powder to stick into boxes isn’t really wild.

I like mushrooms. I don’t know as much about them as some people, but I know I like mushrooms. I know that there are mushrooms that are psychedelic, and I’m pretty sure that these mushrooms aren’t psychedelic.

They are processed mushrooms mixed into a fairly tasty concoction if you add boiling water to it. It might even emulate the flavor of an actual wild mushroom soup brewed by a druid deep in a forest somewhere, but I’m pretty sure that the druid isn’t boxing powder. Of course, that could explain why we have less druids than movies seem to think we have.

Wild. What is the appeal of ‘wild’? Why is ‘wild’ more appealing than ‘processed tame mushroom powder with seasoning’?

I do not know. I do know that if it comes in a box, it ain’t that wild.