After an extended period of fine summer weather we usually have a good crop of wild mushrooms. This year is no exception and I'm convinced our horse livery helps. Anyway, on a wander around our horse paddocks I have just found loads.
In my humble opinion there is little that can beat the taste of wild mushrooms fried in a pan with good English bacon and a couple of eggs. So, off came my cap and out came my penknife. I cut enough to fill my cap to overflowing in no time at all and headed back to the farmhouse kitchen.
I am now dribbling as I anticipate the feast to come. It will be better than all the cultivated mushrooms in the world and the taste will add piquancy to the bacon and the eggs. I might even throw in a piece of fried bread to soak up the juices left in the pan.
I read somewhere recently that a good fry-up is better for you than lots of over salted and over sugared corn flakes. I shall cling to that information as I enjoy the fungal fruits of the field. I don't think I've ever tasted a truffle, but I can't believe it could be better than what I am about to enjoy.