Lunch
Despite whisperings about cold weather on the way, the temperature remains extremely mild for the season. For days, every morning has been shrouded in thick fog and though the nights are clear there is no sign of frost. Such conditions appear to be benefiting boletus fungi in particular and the coppice is rife with them. Brown Birch boleti surround nearly every silver stem, Larch boleti can be seen pushing up the dead needles below the scots pines and Slippery Jacks have emerged everywhere glistening with slime. It was not these species that C, G and I sort this morning however. Our attentions were focused on the gourmet's choice, Ceps. I should mention that G didn't really pull his weight at all on the foray but I certainly did, right from the valley bottom, up through the steep orchard and on through the steeper wood to the cottage. Though not as numerous as the other varieties there were a few chode mushrooms (as C likes to call them) to be found, mainly under beech and the addition of a few parasols from the ' park oaks ' made the modest collection enough for lunch at least.
Dinner
Whiting goujons with rosemary potatoes and coleslaw. I'm not a successful fisherman and my annual excursions to Dungeness have traditionally yielded very little. Small whiting are the only regular catch and after a couple of years I realised that by filleting these tiddlers I could actually produce some usable fish. Once battered, the fillets are just like mini fish portions from the chippy. Often we make chips as well, but not today.
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