Lurking by the strand

I spoke too soon (cf. lurking in the undergrowth)

The chaps at church are organising a fungus foray on Armistice Day (a national holiday in France) to go to this beach where loads of mushrooms grow. We'll get kilos and kilos. And they can be dried, frozen or whatever. You can eat them fried or put them in a sauce for your cutlets and chicken pieces or in casseroles and stews.

Oh well - as long as they do the identifying!

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