As I kid I always remember mushroom picking later in the year, say around late August and early September. We would visit my Opa’s farm near Bancroft and wander the 200 odd acres looking for what they referred to as Pfifferlinge. So you can imagine my surprise when my good buddy Dave showed up to work this morning with a brown paper bag full of some beautiful Golden Chanterelles ( and a hedgehog mushroom) for me. This was quite a surprise for mid July, but hey, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so I accepted them eagerly.
Thanks a bunch Dave!