Dealing with travel bookings would have been so much easier if I were a mushroom. You see, if Mr Chantrelle booked a plane ticket and turned up with a passport saying “Monsieur Girolle”, check-in staff would not bat an eyelid. Or if “Herr Pfifferling” turned up for the flight instead, they would welcome him with open arms – not only because he’s a fun guy (!) but because despite their different names, these three mushrooms are in fact one and the same delicious thing.


