The Pacific Golden Chanterelle is an exquisite Northern fungus. For those whose familiarity with mushrooms begin and end with "Hold the mushrooms please" while ordering Chinese takeout, let's start with basic pronunciation: shahn-tuh-rehl.
These ruffly trumpets grow in abundance up here underneath the Douglas Firs from late summer until it starts to frost. They seem to really blossom when there is sunshine after a good rain.
These beauties have ruffled, wavy edges, with a smooth yellowish coloring. They are meaty with a faint apricot smell.
Check out these gill like ridges.
The mushroom hunt: Joseph says "It's so much fun. You are just running through the woods looking for golden trumpets!" He's had great luck where the moss and the fir meet, finding mushrooms on parallel levels to one another. If you plan on going out on a fungus hunt, go with someone who knows what they are doing. Mushrooms are peculiar and mysterious. And you definitely don't want to come back home with a pound of poisonous mushrooms!
Chanterelles are pretty incredible just sauteed alone in butter. So far we've done them up with pasta, and we also made some amazing omelette's with eggs from our chickens and farm fresh red, orange, yellow and green tomatoes sprinkled on top. Yummies!
If you are interested in learning more about mycology an amazing book to check out is Mushrooms Demystified. Happy Autumn Hunting ya'll!
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