I often refer to myself as a bear in a woman’s body. Not the ferocious, berserker sort of bear, but the greedy, salmon- and berry-loving kind. And mushrooms. I love a nice mushroom.
Sparks, who happens to know that I have hair on my toes and that I frequently have a first and second breakfast, thinks I’m more of a hobbit, but what does he know.
Anyway: bear or hobbit, mushrooms are a Thing To Get Excited About. Ten ounces of golden chanterelles came home with me, today. They’ll be sauteed in butter and served alongside grilled rockfish with preserved lemon. Roasted figs on coconut gelato for afters.