Thursday, September 29, 2011

mornings.


Mornings in France were perfect. I would spoon heaping amounts of peach jam onto a crusty baguette, sip coffee topped off with fresh milk literally straight from the cows, and speak French with the family. So, even though I am home now I have tried to make mornings just like my mornings on the family farm. We brought back an assortment of homemade jams made by Marc's aunt, bought the closest thing to French butter that we could find in our area ... think dark, rich, yellow butter that tastes incredibly rich and, instead of grabbing a latte in the morning I am content with coffee from my French press (so goood). However, the one thing that is not the same is the milk .... hmmm maybe I need to buy a cow or find a dairy farmer that will share milk with Marc and I. So, my friends, what I learned in France is that simplicity is always MORE. Enjoy your weekend!! Bisous.

Friday, September 23, 2011

foraging champignons

searching for champignons

looking for trompettes

stumbled upon bolets 

in the forest

foraging!!


Taking a short break from my adventures in Paris I could not wait any longer to write about foraging mushrooms. Luckily, one of Marc's cousins is an expert and took us on a hunt for trompette and bolet mushrooms. The weather was perfect for picking mushrooms ... a slight chill was in the air, it had rained the night before, and the sun was out. Underneath the tree cover the world of mushrooms became visible to me. At first, it was difficult for me to find the dark trompettes, but brushing away leaves and looking near tree trunks I was able to make out hundreds of mushrooms. After about an hour of harvesting trompettes we stumbled upon thirty or so bolets. With my basket in hand and a small knife, we cut bolet after bolet. I never thought I could get an adrenaline rush from foraging mushrooms, but I did. Later we let the mushrooms dry and the next day we had a risotto made with the foraged bolets ... France never ceases to inspire me and it looks like I will be coming home to do my own foraging.