Every autumn, when the temperature and humidity is just right, my mother and I wait for the perfect moment to go mushroom hunting in the neighboring forests. With our eyes peeled to the forest floor we pick only those we know to be edible.
Gathering only enough for our dinner we hurry home while the mushrooms are still at their freshest. Prepared in a simple manner, we use our old cast iron pan, a dab of butter, a splash of cream, pepper and salt and some herbs like parsley and rosemary. Nothing more. We want to savor the taste that every unique mushroom has to offer. With our plates warmed and ready they end their journey with glass of chilled white wine.