This morning for breakfast I sauteed some golden chanterelles given to me by a neighbor. She had found them in the local woods. I then added them to some scrambled local cage-free eggs with some raw milk, chopped chervil, and shredded Cabot cheddar. How very localvore and gourmet, right?
I had to chuckle as I cooked it up and ate it with our house in total disarray. Who eats golden chanterelles in their eggs while his son's carpet is still wet with urine from an early morning accident?
But man those eggs were good.
Can't wait for church tomorrow.
2 comments:
You country-yuppie. You cuppie. Or should it be cruppie?
Cruddy, perhaps
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