Tuesday, August 22

We picked puffball mushrooms




bigger than a big man's head. I thought they'd be fluffy and full of air but they were surprisingly heavy and wet. As many as possible were sliced and laid out on sheets of newspaper in the hot wooden summerhouse, the nearly-dry slices now threaded and strung across the windows, they look a bit like chicken breast until you touch them and then they feel like polystyrene. 

The house is permeated with an earthy, trufflish odour

Puffball goes golden yellow when fried. Circular pieces fill the pan, like crepes, these cooked are layered between greaseproof paper and are now at rest in the freezer.

My holiday is over 


I have returned to a fancy-pants part of London to finish my studies with Nigel-the-cat in a large modernist house. We have a banjo and Beautiful Art and a view-to-die-for - what could possibly stop me writing?

9 comments:

  1. How lucky, I love puffballs and hardly ever find one. I've never had enough to freeze nor to dry, but it's a good tip.

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    1. I've not idea how good they'll taste when reconstituted - we'll see

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  2. Yummy puffballs! And I think I've seen that house.Or one like it, up Hampstead way.

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    1. It might be one similar, I believethe architects had a practice in North London

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  3. Is that a single family house? Mon Dieu.

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    1. Actually only two and a half bedrooms Kim, it was built as an artist's studio

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  4. Oh, cool house! Does your room have one of those nifty porthole windows?

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    1. Unfortunately not - I'd love to have a porthole in my bedroom - that cylinder contains the spiral staircase.

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