Yet Another Fuzz Ball Update

In a telephone conversation yesterday, my father gave me a little more information about the galls.

Dad: I know exactly what you're talking about, but I didn't know they were called galls. You usually find those on white oak trees. I've never seen them on other oaks, just white oaks. And those things -- they . . . they have kind of a sour taste.

Me: You ate one of them?

Dad: Well, yeah, a long time ago. I thought it might be something good to eat, so, I tried it.

Me: And was it good to eat?

Dad: No. No, it wasn't.