It is a peculiar trait of our mushroom expeditions that they rarely feature any mushrooms. Two deadly fungi and a modest edible specimen was our entire bounty, when we came armed with half a dozen baskets and some extra bags to boot. But while mushrooms were scarce, the apples were aplenty. In the village of Mourex, which was our starting point, there was a festival of apples and many a glass of freshly pressed apple juice was drunk.
A festival is always a good occassion for the local artisans to showcase their craft. In this particular case there was not much craftsmanship required to measure a kilogram of flour, but the scales were wonderfully old fashioned and the flour presumably bio.
Ah, that blessed age when happiness equals a basket of chestnuts! Just look at that proud face...
Well at least the chestnut bounty was enough to chew on. Mushroom picking must be fun but it's always a worry that we wind up picking the poisonous ones. Are you able to distinguish them?
ReplyDeleteNot at all, but we had two experts with us so I was confident we would be alright. When it comes to mushrooms, the pleasure is in the quest--I am not a big mushroom eater :)
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