|If one has a doubt about one's "crop" all French pharmacies will tell anyone what is poisonous and what is deliciously edible. Our pharmacist even offers recipes to her clients.|
"It's an invasion," they're saying. "It's outrageous," they continue. "There should be a law," one whined. "It's not even fun anymore," another lamented.
They're complaining about the thousands of "invaders" who have parked their cars along the sides of the roads leading into the Rambouillet forrest.
Like the dead wood that falls onto the ground, mushrooms are there for everyone to gather, and gather they do, by the kilos. I've heard the boasting in shops, "I have more than 50 kilos!" one man proudly proclaimed. A friend of mine said she was planning an all mushroom dinner for friends. Another friend, who in one hour scouting with her husband collected more than 20 kilos, said she dreaded the next step in the process.
"It takes me longer to clean them than it does to pick them -- it takes hours," she said.
Weather Report: An idyllic autumn day -- bright sun, bracing temperatures -- perfect champignon picking kind of day.