Thank you, summer
Fall began officially this weekend, and we toasted it with a bottle of dandelion wine from 2005. This is the longest I've ever waited to drink a bottle of home made wine. I'm not a patient person (can you say understatement?), so wine making is probably not the best hobby for me. But it tastes so good.
Leda insists that dandelion is a wine that REALLY benefits from age, so I waited. And waited. And this weekend Michael and Tom & Sue Kent, and I toasted the end of summer with a delicious glass of golden sunlight. It was worth waiting for and I wish I had more. But considering that each individual dandelion petal has to be removed from the calyx (calyces make the brew bitter), I'm grateful for even a single bottle. Grateful to myself, that is, since I plucked every last petal.
So now it's fall and that means what? That's right...mushrooms! If summer means berries, then fall means mushrooms. It's been dry-ish so there aren't as many mushrooms as usual, but today we found a very young, very tender Chicken of the Woods.
Gary Lincoff (my mushroom sensei) calls C o' the W a 50 mile an hour mushroom because you can spot it from the car as you speed down the highway. We were driving considerably slower than that this morning, so I had no trouble spotting it from the passenger seat.
Usually the mushroom (a bracket fungus) is bright orange with a yellow underbelly.
The juvenile specimen we found today is pale yellow, just beginning to blush orange.

(photo to the left courtesy of Tom Kent, fellow mushroom hunter)