After burning god knows how many gallons of gas checking our super-secret hen-of-the-wood spot once or twice a week for most of the summer and all of the fall, we finally hit pay dirt.  Not just one, but two big, young, firm mushrooms.  Cleaned and trimmed, our haul was well over two pounds. They’re sauteeing as I write.

Mushroom soup is in our future.

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