The Boletes are early and there are loads. Every week I play tennis in Round Top with our friend Annie. Her court is on the mountain, in the woods, surrounded by wild blueberries, moss and bluestone slabs. A keen collector of shrooms, right before I arrived in the morning Annie gathered a basketful of boletes. She cooks them fresh or slices and dries them for soups in autumn and winter. After we played, she gave me a brown bag full of some beauties. We ate them that night, sauteed in Spanish olive oil with some smoked salt, Tarragon and Lemon Thyme. Yum!!
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