Yesterday, Atticus came out to work with me in the marshes and on the way back we decided that it was finally the time to put our mushroom hunting skills to the test.
This was mostly because we were with someone else who knew his mushrooms and because we kept passing patches and patches of what, as I came to discover last night, are actually a highly sought after fungus commodity–chantrelles. Fact: chantrelle mushrooms have a freakishly huge amount of vitamin D in them–how perfect a crop to spring up right when the days are getting shorter and rainer here in Oregon!* I love nature. It’s so smart.
Yeah! Chantrelles! They’re a gorgeous orange color and taste divine. If you think you don’t like mushrooms, you should try a chantrelle. Not as “mushroomy” as the stuff you get at the grocery store.
Also, I learned yesterday that people wait for chantrelle season like they wait for salmon season. It’s apparently a big deal here! Who knew? Some folks even take weeks off from work to hunt and gather chantrelles to sell to big mushroom buyers who dry them to send to chefs all over the world.
And we got to eat them fresh and free. Bwaha!
We made a chantrelle/sausage pizza last night and it was amazing. Aaaaaaaamazing. You might want to get a plane ticket and come see us today so you can have a bite–it’s that amazing.
And I think I’ve discovered a new hobby–foraging. It’s really really fun to do once you know what you’re doing in the first place. Cousin Dave and I foraged blackberries for a pie last month, I’ve had a lunch of wild plums and salal berries at work, and now it’s mushroom season. Bring it.
*It’s probably also why people are obsessed with them here. People literally guard their patches and get crazy looks in their eyes when they find a bunch. Like starving people. Starving for vitamin D maybe. I’ve heard stories…