|Chanterelles in Cilento|
OK I am ready to conform. Break out the apples, the squash and the pumpkins. Autumn is bombarding all of our senses. The bright kaleidoscope of autumn leaves, the nip in the air, the sound of flocks of geese moving on. You can feel the changes at night. As the sun sets, a cool blanket of air gently rolls down the hill. And that, if combined with a few days of steady rains, means we are into the autumn mushroom season. I have waited patently all year for natures work to come to fruition in this symbiotic dance between trees and fungi. Wild mushrooms, other than chanterelles, porcini and oyster mushrooms, are hard to find in retail stores which may lend fuel to foraging for your own.
On a rare day off from work this past Saturday I could be found driving 2 hours north to the small community of Sicamous for the annual Fungi Festival. It has been on my radar for a few years but always the timing had been off with my work schedule. So this year I arrived at 11:30 and checked in at the Red Barn anticipating what the day would bring. At the very least I would get a little exercise on an aromatic walk in the woods since mushrooms need trees. I was not disappointed!