The mushrooms we consume come from a regular store.
Many moons ago, I was part of a Bay Area archaeology excavation. I arrived early to the site one day, and a young Skull Full Of Mush was looking at a bunch of wild mushrooms. As he was about to consume one, I screamed loud enough that he did not eat it. When the professor arrived, I took him aside so as not to embarrass the idiot in front of everyone. The professor thanked me, and sent the idiot back to the lab.
Death Cap, AKA ‘Fly Amanita’ Amanita muscaria?................
In the past Europeans and Asian immigrants would sometimes get violently ill or die from foraging for mushrooms. Often it was the Destroying Angel. Without an organ transplant recovery is very unlikely.
I love mushrooms they are delectable. In my teens I would eat mushrooms my old South Louisiana neighbor would pick, Alcie Melanson. He was 60+ and had picked them for years, I trusted his judgement. He taught me much about the swamp, we both loved it, fishing, hunting and how not to let the swamp kill you, it can. It was a paradise for a kid lead by a swamp rat father figure. Sixty five years later I still miss it and the bond of friend ship.