Halle’s Smooooth Words o’ Wisdom

Claudia and I visited a favorite spot recently and came away with many mushrooms!

We saw a fair number of moldy ones:

I first heard and learned this phrase upon hearing a song with the same name by the Louvin Brothers.

I ran across a scene the other night downtown which brought the phrase to mind only with a slight twist: Old Hickory on the Epoxy:

A welcome blanket of snow fell on Mt. Hood recently. Winter seems around the corner.

Autumn in Oregon means many things. One of my favorites is chanterelle hunting. From the Oxford American Dictionary:

“chan•te•relle | noun. an edible woodland mushroom with a yellow funnel-shaped cap and a faint smell of apricots, found in both Eurasia and North America.

ORIGIN late 18th cent.: from French, from modern Latin cantharellus, diminutive of cantharus, from Greek kantharos, denoting a kind of drinking container.”

There’s nothing quite like picking your own chanterelles then frying them up the same day with unsalted butter, shallots plus a touch of soy sauce, sugar and creme before tossing the fresh-from-the-woods golden sauce with some pasta. Yum. I love eating chanterelles although the stumbling through the deep and dark woods might be the best part.