On a hunch, I carried my frustrations to the woods. Made ready with my Opinel mushroom knife and an empty book bag, I set out to remind my body of its desire for movement and, also, to pursue the chanterelles summoned by the rains.
As I walked amongst the trees, the animal inside me arched up to meet the fragrance and subtle music of my surroundings. As if lulled by my own breath, a shift occurred and I began to see chanterelles everywhere.
25 January 2012
miso soup with homemade kombu and dashi broth, tofu, scallions and kale
“bento box” on a plate:
butternut squash, chanterelle and scallion tempura with rice, handmade pickled ginger, sesame greens, omelette, mizuna and cabbage with spicy mayonnaise
pippin apples, mandarins and Asian pears
So much gratitude for Sasha Cole, who showed me how and where to find the chanterelles