(Thanks for playing along, Geek Readers.)
A while ago, I confessed to not liking mushrooms. The next day I bought some and made some stuff. I was in a bit of a frenzy, so I can't remember exactly what I did, and again, these are my crappy iPhone pictures (must remember to use real camera).
I know that I chopped them up really fine,
sauteed them in butter with garlic,
threw in some chicken stock - frozen in ice cube trays - perfect for this sort of thing. I make a lot of pan gravy.
Then I whirled the whole thing in the food processor because I really can't get past the texture.
Put it back in the pan and thinned it out again with stock and wine, and spooned it over a chicken tender.
|Is there a way to make a mushroom sauce look pretty? |
I don't think even a real camera and sprig of something green could save that.
AND I LOVED IT.
I loved it so much, I added milk to what was left in the pan, and maybe some other stuff, and ate in on pasta. While standing over the stove.
And I think I ate a little much - it's very rich - but I can't wait to try more!
|Me, after eating possibly too many mushrooms..... wait.|
Also: Dig the ShrinkyDink earrings my 5 year old made for me.
The moral of the story, dear readers, is: If you throw yourself down a hill to get away from the farmer you're stealing from and the black riders who are looking for you, you could just find a shortcut to mushrooms.
Try something you think you don't like. You might change your mind.
But I'm still not doing olives. I take my martinis up with a twist. (Gin, no Vermouth)