Just had a mug of lady grey tea, black, with a bit of sugar, to wash down a plateful of chicken-of-the-woods for my breakfast and a couple of handfuls of the big pan full of sweet, tangy and tart little wild plums I managed to snag yesterday on my return journey home after going to pick mushrooms in a local forest.
Got a plate full of the sulfur polypore/chicken of the woods, dipped in eggy breadcrumb batter and fried in butter sat on my lap right now, and a jug of orange juice.
Time, I think, for a morning wake up shot of morphine sulfate. My feet are tired as hell from all that walking yesterday, as I hiked from half 8 in the morning to about half 4-5pm in the evening, carrying a backpack laden with bag after bag of mushrooms, wild plums and some early chestnuts I took home to make a sweet puree.
Brought back quite a good haul of wild porcini/ceps/penny bun boletes too, but I devoured the lot for my supper last night, every last little bite. They go for a princely sum too in restaurants if one eats out and has those, if they are indeed available at all.
Just lovely fried in butter with a little bit of salt sprinkled on top.
And to top off my brekky, most of a tub of cherry vanilla cherry ripple ice cream covered in candied black cherries.
