chez pim

Here...mushroom, mushroom

This post is about foraging for chanterelle mushrooms, but frankly the word forage makes it sound way too hard.  We're having such a great mushroom season, so wet and cold, that one could just go out to a good spot and calls out "here...mushroom, mushroom" and the chanterelles practically leapt on to one's open arms.  That's how easy it was.  Not to mention plentiful - nearly 40lbs worth on one foraging trip alone. 

Wait, what's that I'm hearing?  Is that you, mumbling something under your breath about mushroom toxin and people dying each year from eating mushrooms they foraged?  It is scary, I know.  Really, you'd be hard pressed to find a more cowardly person than me when it came to that.  So, what was I doing foraging for mushrooms death-in-a-bite, you asked?  Well, that's because there is help yet, even for the wimpiest of us.  I went hunting for chanterelles, you see?  

my Martha moment

Have you had a Martha Moment?  I had one just yesterday, in the happy chaos and maddening madness of throwing a party.  A great big pig roast, in our case. 

What's a Martha Moment, you asked?  Well, it's when a great party idea strikes you seemingly out of nowhere--a great, simple, elegant idea that's just so evident you wonder why no one else had thought of it before.  (Someone probably did--and quite likely Martha herself even--but they just didn't bother telling you about it.)