Cocagne
Alleluia
Gods answered me when I no longer believed.
October 22, the woods were yet friendly, small foam invigorated by the first rains, but no trace of fungus, a mushroom unless incongruous, beautiful and fresh, unique sentinel. While I was
down in the south, a friend calls me and says he "made" in the forest of 4.5 kilos X (somewhere in the Ile de France, I do not want to expose myself to his retaliation ...) I prances and n 'I constantly go back to Paris although it has announced an exit in the Cevennes. I could mount Lozère eyes closed but I will not take the risk to puncture the tires of the Kangoo father just because she wears a plate of Gard ... Monday, returning to Paris, I left standing after the wood gatherers Sunday (with the philistines who collect plastic bags). When I arrive with a friend Tuesday at 10 am 30, I am furious : Already 4 cars and a cold rain that began to fall. I met a collector who is leaving the forest, it is at the very least 6 kilos of beautiful specimens in the arms, the paper bag exploded under the weight and the rain ...
Three or four guys marauding, heavy bags in hand, but I do not know, I'm off to my corner, 10 minute walk. The gap in the fence of the game reserve has been closed since the week after, we must remove the barbed wire and very quickly it is a festival is known as one every ten years
My friend was beginners luck, she uncovers porcini mushroom on and discovers the thrill of the hunt, I remember when his incredulous amusement when I was describing to him what it took when another of my fads.
Attention mimicry, three fungi are hidden in this picture
Indifferent to the cold rain pierces us and laughing at our ridiculous Kway, one comes to wonder if the mushrooms do not broadcast any substance hallucinogenic or at least hilarious. It is only hunger and the arms that take under 15 kg that we are out of the woods.
time to dry vaguely hair swallowing a panini at the counter of a bakery and buy tennis socks to try to wipe the inside of my Doc Marteens, we leave for another timber for further 5kg in one hour until that the combined effect of the light down and have a meniscus fragile because of our euphoria
Before the rain, I have not had the courage to clean there. Sort, clean, slice and bake at once large and ill fucking then slice and freeze in strength enough to fill a drawer full freezer will take us until 10 pm.
I have never in my life seen such a concentration of beautiful subjects, not a worm and very little slugs, but nothing except to throw the big foam, a miracle. With
caps:
Peel and dry the mushrooms if they are dirty wash under running cold water with a soft brush or Scotch Brite nine. Dry well.
Slice thinly and arrange in a circle on individual plates.
Place a fillet of your best olive oil, a little sea salt and a few drops of lemon juice.
were first printing of a mushroom of Paris behind for a second then it explodes in bursts of humus and forest ... sublime ...
I like mushrooms in cream but when they are as good, I cook just flat loosely nor bullied, into slices to skillet with olive oil or duck fat.
In Barcelona, in the tapas bars, they serve them like that, gilt-edged with olive oil with a raw egg yolk to burst in the middle of the plate, completely decadent.
Yesterday I removed the nets of a guinea, (I confit the legs and wings in duck fat with garlic and thyme for another day) and have them stuffed with butter mixed thyme of my land, sage and savory (picked last week in the dark in the valley near Argensol Sant'Ambrogio) and surrounded by bacon.
This small canyon of dry scrubland 11 months on 12 may collect devastating and deadly floods
I also milled and chopped green cabbage quarter. Broth with the carcass, I had a very small risotto classico while all the threads gently braising. Cabbage juice sauce bronze while I was skipping a few mushrooms in duck fat and I finished the risotto a dollop of mascarpone and parmesan with a turn of pepper ...
Guineafowl, savory, bacon, risotto, porcini mushrooms and cabbage ... it works very nicely ...
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