On a walk this morning, with the forest still dripping from an earlier cloudburst, the air was fresh and cool. Huckleberry, our Golden Retriever, led the way and our footfalls were quiet on the wet duff of the forest. A splash of white caught my eye. There! Under a group of Tan Oaks was a White Chanterelle, a gift in the forest.
Hey, I know that mushroom! But it doesn't mean I'd want to eat it. First. Second time around might be different.
ReplyDeleteIt's delicious, Frank! True, it's water logged. A little dry saute-ing and it will be ready to go! A little butter, some white wine...
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