On my day off, we catch wind of a mushroom-hunting class at noon in Florence, and the word free is associated with it. Some of our fellow hosts are attending, and it sounds like an interesting hobby.
The mycologist speaking today brings samples of Chicken of the Forest (a large orange fan-shaped mushroom shown below next to the dried leaves), Lobster mushrooms, Golden Chantrelles, and a mushroom that looks like a hamburger bun (Boletus, in the blue basket), along with some of the "evil twins" of the Golden Chantrelle.
A local chef has prepared a creamy soup of the Chantrelles, Chicken of the Forest, and Lobster mushrooms, which is excellent. It is so far removed from Campbell's cream of mushroom soup, it wouldn't even be fair to compare them.
My friend in Portland lent nearly her entire library to me, and I have been blazing through her books at a terrific speed. After picking up some groceries and pestering the Grocery Outlet in Florence for smoked gouda, I spend the rest of the day finishing off the first series of books on my list.