Naturally, mushrooms are not keen on the weather, and apart from an occasional bunch of ink caps, there is nothing to be seen among all the frost.
These days my hunts have to happen in mushroom isles of supermarkets. And I can tell you, the latest hasn't been bad at all! Behold - grey chanterelles:
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Craterellus tubaeformis, all cleaned and ready to be cooked. Origin: South France, according to the label. I have a feeling I'm missing out here in the frozen North... |
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Sunday brunch: served! |