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Sport 18: Autumn 1997
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Inés is having dinner with her son, a chef. They are eating potatoes carved into mushrooms and sautéed in turmeric. A light dusting of nutmeg adds to the effect. Her son thinks fungi are very overrated, except for truffles. He knows a wealthy woman who often orders them in his restaurant. She just sits, looking at the plate. I haven't come to eat—she said quietly to him one night, touching his sleeve—I've come to inhale. The woman smelt exquisite.
That night Inés dreams of a giant mushroom. It is 80 hectares—the exact dimension of the bush reserve near her house. It rains in the night and the mushroom grows. The bush reserve becomes famous. It is balanced on top of the mushroom and is quite hard to get to.