Okay, okay, I know I’m a French kitty, and I really should have used champignons in the title of this blog but I couldn’t find any alliterative word that worked!!! So let’s go with the Italian one and marvel at the SACK of mushrooms that our nice neighbor, Christine, brought to our front door yesterday. Amazing number of perfect cêpes—some of them mama has sliced and frozen for the future, and some we are having tonight, grilled and sprinkled with parsley and garlic and the rest were whipped up into a silky soup for tomorrow’s lunch. Note the use of ‘we’ in that last description…
Okay, okay, kitties aren’t supposed to like mushrooms, but who knows? Mama says that it’s healthy just to let me smell them and decide for myself because I’m pretty good at knowing what to put in the temple that is my little body.
So if you have access to wild mushrooms (and know how to identify them, of course—THAT is most important), and you have too many, just slice them and freeze them in ziplock bags for the future. What treasures these are and what good neighbors to have. They pet me, too, and talk to me in the garden as if I were an anthro. Well? What do you expect?
But I eat like a kitty…are there funghi in this???
The ape says all this fungus food looks yummy. I am not so sure. I get called Mungus, sometimes. This makes the ape sing “oh it’s Mungus, he’s made of fungus” with no tune whatsoever. Your Mama has the right idea, just cook, no singing
Luff
Mungo
I am sure that your company is equal to ANY mushroom soup!!!!
So you only get to smell them? Do you get extra kibble in exchange for not eating their funghi?
Hey, I forgot to ask! A great idea….
I LIKE mushrooms! Good thing mommy does, too!
QUINN
These mushrooms were something special. Slice and put in a pot with a sweet onion chopped and some chicken bouillon to cover and let cook for 20 minutes and then whip it all up in a food processor or blender with a little heavy cream, salt and pepper and a squeeze of lemon and a pinch of cayenne.
Even I eat this!!!!