I was driving through the village and suddenly Chantel leapt out in front of the car.
‘ I was hoping to catch you.’ She said, ‘Meet me behind the church in five minutes. Very clandestine.
When I arrived, Chantel was getting a basket from the boot of her car. It was FULL of mushrooms.
‘I won’t show you my mushroom hunting ground’, she said very honestly, ‘but I will share this mornings’ harvest with you. Do you prefer pied de mouton or ceps ?’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever tried either.’
‘Well, you shall today.’ Chantel replied.
She then gave me a lesson on how each mushroom should be prepared…. oh, and did I have a mushroom brush ?…all complicated stuff.
This evening we have feasted on wild mushrooms cooked in butter, garlic and parsley… Absolutely delicious.