Ate this pile of shite, accompanied with a broccoli soup, for supper this evening.
(Um.. ) (real butter, olive oil, some bacon/diced, shallot, teaspoon of flour, thin rings of leek, with a soft brush cleaned chanterelles, a splash of white wine, a glove of garlic, pinch of salt, a couple of 'turns' of freshly grated bl. pepper, cream, couple of almonds chopped finely, fresh parsley and a squeeze of lemon juice.. on a bedlet of iceberg lettuce.. on a slice of bread)
Well, pile of s.? No, not at all.. it's rather a piece of intense yumminess (in my book). Um, wake me up, at 4 (or 5) o'clock in the morning, showing me a basket full of nice chanterelles.. and ja, quite a lot of things could happen then.
I don't know..