The Sunday Whirl


I can hear my mother now, as I remember “no absolutely not, no dirty mushrooms in my kitchen!”. Well I admit that was the key to how I felt when Joe brought home some amber beauties from his camping trip. Joe and I were opposite minded about many things but I flicked the solid mass of fungi into the trash bin. He looked at me like I’d scarred him! He carefully retrieved the mass of mushrooms and cleaned them and added some beef broth to let them simmer in the liquid. He then peeled potatoes, boiled and mashed them and made a gravy with the mushroom concoction. It was delicious.”



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