Bureții lăptoși, sau Lactifluus piperatus, cunoscuți și ca bureți iuți sau iuțari, apar de obicei începând cu sfârșitul lunii iunie până în a doua jumătate a lui iulie în general în pădurile de foioase, predominant în cele de fag, arbori cu care stabilește un fel de simbioză. Poate fi găsit în toată Europa, în mod abundent în pădurile din jurul Mării Negre.
Pălăria este adâncită spre interior și atinge la maturitate 6-16 cm. Culoarea este alb cremos și lasă un lapte extrem de iute, de unde și numele. Datorită acestei secreții are un gust rău, ceea ce nu-l face prea căutat. Este consumat de obicei sub formă de salate, fiert cu oțet, hrean și usturoi, sau în funcție de preferințe, chiar fript cu ulei și usturoi care îi mai ia din tărie. De obicei înainte de preparare se ține timp de o oră în apă cu puțină sare.
Ca salată se pun și la borcan pentru iarnă, însă trebuie ținut cont că în timp bureții, chiar conservați prind un gust amar.
Puși la uscat, devin un foarte bun condiment folosit în diverse mâncăruri.
Pe internet, sau în cărțile de bucate găsiți multe rețete culinare cu această ciupercă.
Se pare că latexul secretat are efect antiviral, iar în unele zone e folosit ca remediu împotriva viermilor intestinali.
I took a look at the headlines today
I was interested in what they had to say
Before I could get through them I had to stop and pray
It appears by the news we haven’t many more days.
It seems treason is rampant across the nation
From the very lowest to the highest stations
Censorship has become completely out of control
And only the Christian or conservative voice is put on hold
Strange creatures popping up in home security cameras
And soy boys wearing lace thinking they are glamorous
I couldn’t find a positive report regarding finances
Just a million lies to insure a few get personal advances
It was reported that people were dying in clusters,
Such strange events I thought we might need the ghostbusters
Speaking of paranormal it seems were close to disclosure
But when aliens are presented we will suffer from such exposure.
The tar pits are boiling and volcanoes are no longer dormant
The media desires to crucify any truthful informant
That has happened before in man’s history
Truth was crucified at Calvary.
Ebola or maybe “Ebola” is on the rise
The attack continues unabated on our skies
You ask why I said maybe, it is because of what I’ve learned
Lies are not uncommon when a pandemic is concerned
The LGBTQ army is fighting for control
And to legalize pedophilia is their goal
Sanctuary states and cities defy the law
And from every headline I see the marks of satan’s claws.
Once again the west is set on fire
Elsewhere the flood waters are rising higher
The weather wars have been unleashed
And now I’m afraid to continue to read.
One headline reported of a strange one eye sign
An occult symbol, extremely prevalent in our times,
Important to those believing they are chosen bloodlines
While in Jerusalem the intent is to build a Temple Shrine.
One report I thought would be entertaining
But to my spirit it was draining
It was a report about an old show on TV
And it seems it was more than fiction; we are sustenance for the “V.”
It seems that maybe the moon is shrinking
In the south a city is sinking
The children are no longer taught critical thinking
And an odor from Hellywood is stinking
The political divide is exponentially growing
The elite are becoming worried knowing
That a little more exposure is all it will take
Until the masses not just the few become awake
In the church house a New Age demon resides
On staff are mediums introducing Spirit Guides
Other gods are not something the True and Living God will abide
And Clergy Response Teams will be cause for a great divide
People have become lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy,
Without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, this is our world now not something happening slowly
Can judgment wait much longer when you consider the headlines and the state we’re in
Judgment begins in God’s own house and it is coming unless God’s people repent of sin.
I took a look at the headlines today
I was interested in what they had to say
Before I could get through them I had to stop and pray
It appears by the news we haven’t many more days.
If you think these reports all foolishness and conspiracy
Then your mind is clouded just the way principalities want it to be
People will perish for a lack of knowledge
And a delusion places the mind in bondage.
The world is changing but God does not change
He is the only hope no matter how strange
The world becomes - not just the headlines
Shake off your bias and see the signs.
He is an ever present help in times of trouble
Soon this world will become nothing more than rubble
Repentance is the master key to your survival
Because the headlines won’t change unless there is revival.
Specie de stejar, gorunul este la români un reper de timp, o unitate de istorie înscrisă în ramurile și frunzele falnicului copac, străjer și martor mut al la fel de bătrânilor Carpați. Asociați cu personaje și evenimente istorice, gorunii pot fi întâlniți pe tot cuprinsul țării unii deja intrați în folclor ca Gorunul lui Horea, cel al lui Iancu etc.
" Unul dintre cei mai bătrâni goruni din România, numit „Bătrânul Carpaţilor”, se află mai sus de satul Mercheaşa, aparţinător de comuna Homorod, judeţul Braşov, pe o păşune cu stejari seculari, la aproximativ 1,7 km est-nord-est de localitate. "
Printr-o întâmplare, rătăcind cu un amic prin codrii din mijlocul Prahovei am întâlnit unul protejat ca monument istoric atestat documentar din anul 1490.
