My neighbor from across the street, Junior, just stopped by. A friend of his in a town across the hills (Moraga) bequeathed him with a ton of freshly-picked chantarelle mushrooms and he wanted to share with me. Right neighborly!
Mushrooms aren’t my favorite foodstuff but I’d be a fool to pass up free fresh chantarelles. Conveniently, I still have some cream left from the other day and a number of fresh herbs from my shopping trip this past weekend. Tomorrow’s dinner may be pasta with a creamy mushroom sauce (and leftover salmon from tonight).