Nope, not Wheaties. Each year at this time when it is humid and especially after a rain, you can find the main ingredient. There's a few spots in our yard that I call the honey hole. Year after year, they come up. Of course, I'm talking about Chanterelle mushrooms. They are unmistakable with their 'electric orange' color. They grow in dirt and never out of wood. They have ribs that run under the cap all the way down. Finally, they have a scent of apricots.
When I saw them, I went to get a glass colander to put them in and I plucked them out of the ground.
Here are the ribs underneath the mushroom that I was mentioning:
It was evening when I brought them in. I mentioned to Tricia that the Chanterelles would be a great addition to our normal egg breakfast. So here was the breakfast special the very next morning:
Fresh eggs from the hens, fresh Chanterelles from the yard, fresh tomatoes, peppers and green onions from the garden. A delicious breakfast for sure. (It rained another inch yesterday. I'll check the honey hole for more Chanterelles tomorrow.)
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