We escaped the worst of yesterday's east coast storm, and woke up to just over an inch of snow. Picturesque, but hardly treacherous.
My cold seems to be waning, and I now am turning my mind to thoughts of cooking. Every year I tend to select a food item to perfect ~ last year quiche, the year before frittata (I believe I single handedly kept the local egg farmer in business). I know I have toyed with the idea before, but this is: The Year of the Mushroom. I am not talking about those garden variety grocery store mushrooms. I am talking serious wild mushrooms. Now, I don't plan to start foraging (never fear) ~ there is an intriguing enough selection at the local farmers market. I'll start there. And in the mean time, I am dying to get my hands on a copy of The Wild Table!
Funny thing is, when I was a kid, I despised mushrooms. . .