The Mushroom Field

The Builder brought us beautiful wild field mushrooms today. I steamed them with butter ( well Dairygold thats all I had) , salt and pepper. They were delicious. I never used to like mushrooms, my Mother always likened them to slugs when sliced and fried which probably didn''t help . The lady who used to mind me though made the most fabulous soup. It's funny now but her husband is a guard and used to come out to my boyfriends farm( his father's then) to pick them . They stopped growing there after the field was turned and manured for years but seem to be starting back again. One day I was brought mushroom picking, they could see from the road there were none in The Mushroom Field. I told them I knew a field near where I lived which was covered in them . As we were driving out I started to feel anxious what if I was wrong or couldn't remeber the field or if they had all already been gleaned? But I had been right , thee field across from The Chocolate Factory was carpeted in them. We picked everything and took them back to their house where they were prepped fro freezing and big batches of mushroom soup.It was better than the raw oninions they made us eat in side salads. One of his sons is a chef now.