Sunday, September 12
I just thought about last weekend. We took another long walk in the forest, met horses and goats and finally went on a mushroom foray. We found two hands full of chanterelles and ate them the same evening on a crisp walnut bread - sautéed in butter, with thyme, salt and pepper. Later, Stephan's dad gave us a quick mycology lesson over a glass of white wine.
When I was a child, I didn't eat mushrooms at all. How could I? I'm sure that my tastes have changed a lot through the years. But I still don't like raisins, I pick them all out of cereal and cake. How about you? Do you now like a food you refused to eat as a child?