11 October 2011

Returning home from a recent trip to the Caucasus Mountains, my husband gave me a kiss and handed me a giant grocery sack. Sweet scents of earth wafted out and a vibrant orange radiated from within the bag. I had to make sure I still had a pulse as I recognized one of my favorite vegetables ever. Heck, forget the term favorite vegetable and just replace it with one of my favorite foods ever. My husband knows that mushrooms make my heart beat a bit faster. And, for the following several mornings, I lightly cooked a huge pan of these gorgeous chanterelles with a teeny swirl of olive oil, a pinch of salt and a grind of black pepper. I'm certain that this is the breakfast served in heaven.


Anonymous said...

Making my mouth water.

Sonya said...

I think I better check to see if I have a pulse! This looks great!

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