Last year he ate them in a delicious wild mushroom risotto, which we will be making tonight again. This is real comfort food, warm, creamy and hugely satisfying and will probably mark the end of our carbohydrate spree we have been on recently. The chicken stock is cooking away on the stove and filling the house with rich fragrant aromas hinting at the meal to come tonight.
Come for a photographic walk with us while we go mushroom picking...
|So much rain has made rivulets through the forest|
|We have to cross this...|
|The way across?|
|Little waterfalls all over the place|
|Arrived in the plantation|
|Gorgeous freshly grown (no green)|
|And now to get back over|
|Sarah and I waded through the icy stream barefoot|