Sometimes the memory of a flavor is all it takes to rekindle a foodie’s enthusiasm.
One fine Autumn day as I wandered around our yard, I happened upon an unexpected “mushroom bouquet” and my first thought was food.
They immediately evoked memories of mushrooms past. Slowly simmered in a velvety red wine sauce laced with garlic. Stuffed mushrooms. Mushroom pate’. Manchego mushrooms.
So many possibilities!
Lately I’ve been living life in “small bites” — one tentative taste at a time — until I’m ready to jump in again.
And that’s okay. Autumn is progressing nicely at the lake. Me, too.