…when the forest floor called. Sun and rain over the weekend promised a new flush of chanterelles. Basket, paring knife and soft brush in hand I headed out the door to take advantage of a lull in the rain.
I had gathered about two pounds of chanterelles on Friday and didn’t hold out much hope for many mushrooms today. I managed to fill my basket and several more quart containers. They weighed in at just under three pounds before cleaning. Emboldened by my morning haul we headed into the forest near Amherst on our way home from errands and medical appointments.
At times I felt like I had landed in a magical fairy tale forest. I have never seen so many colourful mushrooms. I would have loved spending more time to record and collect for identification. But the mosquitoes were just too ferocious! I picked what I knew, chanterelles.
This afternoon’s harvest weighs in at close to five pounds. We may all be fed up with this wet summer but my pantry is getting stocked with dried chanterelles to liven up winter meals! No complaints from me about the rain.
Time to get busy cleaning those golden morsels of goodness! Have a nice evening everyone! Happy Monday, Anna
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